The police are aye hassling me each time that I go out

They ask me if I've seen him and if he's been about

I say mind your own business and just leave me alone

You shower of holy gibbons have ye no fathers of your own?

 

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Well my old man's a Provo with a beret and a gun

I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run

He looks so really trendy in his shades and DM boots

Much better than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits.

 

On RTE last Friday night, a man came on to say,

"Please give us information about the IRA".

He showed a Provo unit as clear as clear could be,

And I know one was me daddy cause he stopped and waved at me!

 

My da, hes got me worried; I think hes going soft,

Theres half a tonne of fertiliser stored up in our loft.

"You gonna be a farmer, da?" I asked him just for fun,

He says, "Don't be an eejit, pass the coffee grinder, son."

 

At Christmas time it's lonely when Daddy's not around

The police are watching everywhere they`ve even tapped our phones

Last Christmas Eve they staked-out our windows and our doors

Then climbing down the chimney came a Provo Santa Claus.

 

My Daddy's up in Long Kesh now, to me it's just a drive

I'll say a special prayer for him when I go to bed tonight

Today it was his birthday, I sent him up a cake;

There's Semtex in the candles: he'll be out before I wake!