FUNKY CEÍLÍ (Bridie's Song) Lyrics

Bridie was teachin' out in Carysfort

I was workin' in the bank

2 pay checks every Friday

And a Morris Minor out the back

But I was mad for jigs and reels

Drinkin' dirty big pints of stout

When the Bank of Ireland gave me the boot

They said "Don't let the door hit your arse on the way out."



Fiddleeee diddleeee deidelydee

I was born to play the funky ceílí

Over the seas and far away - off to America

Fiddleeee diddleee deidelydee

Where the wild, wild women were waitin' for me

Think of me Bridie whenever you see me there on your MTV

I love you, a cushla, but how could I be

Without me punky funky ceílí



Bridie broke down and started to bawl

When I told her about me divorce from the bank

She said I've got news of me own, a stor,

I'm 2 months late, it's not with the rent

She said I'd have to be tellin' her Da

So we drove the Morris Minor to Cork

The ould fella said "you've got two choices,

Castration or a one way ticket to New York!"



So here I am up on Bainbridge Avenue

Still in one piece but glad I'm alive

Drinkin' dirty big glasses of porter

Playin' me jigs and me reels and me slides

Think of you, Bridie, whenever I'm sober

Which isn't too often, I have to confess

Take good care of the Morris Minor

Bad luck to your Da and give the baby a great big kiss -

from his Daddy in the Bronx



Oh Bridie, I'm still crazy about you girl

Does the baby look like me, Bridie?

Has he have red hair and glasses?

Oh, Bridie, sell the Morris Minor

Come on out to America, girl

The pubs never close over here

I've got a palace up on Bainbridge Avenue

I've got the biggest bed in the world, girl,

We can stay in it and make babies forever.....