Sound Sham - The Saw Doctors

I prayed for you when I climbed the reek

Me feet in bits, no boots or laces

I prayed for you at the shrine in Knock

I prayed for you at the Galway races

Chicer makes, but not to worry

Always a word for the nuns and priests

Here, shake the hand that shook the hand

Of the holy woman from the east

And I want a G from Pat Mc Gee

Sound sham, sound as a bell

Thunder, you’re wide yourself

Sound Sham sound as a bell

Thunder, you’re wide yourself

All dressed up and comb the thatcher

The gimp and grace of an honest thief

You wheeze chice and leave it with me

Packets sham that you’re corn beef

Pipe the gomey on the laygeft hammer

The dust in his juke is burning a hole

Step right up sir, find the lady

Nothing less than a score a go

And I want a G from Pat McGee

Biros, biros, bingo, biros

Lighters, lighters, four for a pound

Recent photos of Saint Patrick

Virgin burger and a garlic shroud

Deck chairs, deck chairs, rakes of deck chairs

For when the pope mobile comes round

We’re on a beano!

Tom sham, sound sham sound

Tom sham, sound sham sound

I prayed for you…

Who’s his jills with the valentine slider

Sling him a lush he’s a miller to go

Plank the monkey, you can kiss my relic

Button your clawber, your a holy show

And I want a G from Pat McGee

Sound Sham…