C F C G
If it's drink you want and plenty of feeding
F G C
And you like the bed as well
C F C G
Grab the wife, throw the kids in the Datsun
F G C
Make for Inch and the Strand hotel
C F C
If talk of turf drives you crazy
C F G
And you can't face a bale of hay
C F C G F G C
Make for Foley's work the topshelf talk puck, pints and the GAA
C F C G F G C
Oh the low road goes from Killorglin all the way down to Annascaul
C F C G F G C
When Eamonn Casey came to guide us he never used his brakes at all
C F C F G
A trail of sheepdogs littered Kerry from Killorglin to Macroom
C F C G F G C
He might have been all soul's salvation but he also was the sheep dog's doom
CHORUS
C F C
Casey, Casey you're the divil
C F G
When you get behind the wheel
C F C G
It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs
F G C
When your Firestones they did feel
C F C G F G C
From the holy dioceses of Galway Eamonn went to London town
C F C G F G C
Where the traffic cops out on their duty they overtook and flagged him down
C F C F G
As he was tearing after luncheon around the city like a loon
C F C G F G C
Regardless to his rank and station they forced him to blow up their auld balloon
C F C G F G C
Geographically he was in limbo faced with justice true and true
C F C G F G C
No obligations were accepted he was rightly up the flue
C F C F G
No bolt of lightning from the heavens could remove the boys in blue
C F C G F G C
Well he wished the force that had worked at Cana would turn his wine into water too
CHORUS
C F C
Casey, Casey you're the divil
C F G
When you get behind the wheel
C F C G
It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs
F G C
When your Firestones they did feel
C F C G F G C
When Ronnie Reagan came to Ireland all the wankers made a great furore
C F C G F G C
But Eamonn remembered bishop Romero said he'd even up the score
C F C F G
Casey Casey said "God willin' I'll meet Reagan on the road
C F C G F G C
Niall O'Brien will hear his confessions when I've taught him the Green Cross Code"
C F C F G
Casey Casey you're the right man to teach them Yankees right from wrong
C F C G F G C
If it wasn't for yourself and Reagan there wouldn't be much to Martin Egan's son
