Sodom & Begorra

There's Bethlehem and Cheltenham, Lourdes and Limerick

Junction

Medjugorje or a rub of the extreme unction

Good people climb Croagh Patrick with serenity on their

faces

But I found my salvation, below at the Galway Races

Clergymen dressed up like men and models home from

London

Whallup and How's she cuttin' John? Begod sure only

middlin'

Gamblers with big wads of notes going mad to gamble

Na boys isteach as Inverin, there just to take a ramble

Helen Lucy smells the mattress and reviews the hairy

bacon

Says Mickey Finn to Galligan, hey Peter what are you

takin'?

Shish kebabs, Kinvara crabs as people stuff their faces

Others couldn't eat to save their lives below at the

Galway Races

It's there you'll see gentility and sheep dressed up

like mutton

Double barreled names with more airs than old melodeons

The talk is all of tillage and of silage and con acre

I tell you scraws and bottoms would be closer to the

mark sir

Sir John Muck Savidge-Smythe is there with Smurfits and

O'Reillys

Owners and trainers, stable boys and jockeys

With silk around their arses getting up on rich men's

horses

Not to mention wives and daughters and marriages and

divorces

There's pontoon, twenty five and there's savage games

of poker

There's them would lay their lives on two flies walking

up the wall sure

There's wise men from the east making eyes at go-go

dancers

And ministers of state accepting drink from terrible

chancers

Salthill after dark is like Sodom and Gomorra

There's people doing things tonight that they'll forget

tomorrow

There's folk and trad, they're disco mad, karaoke and

set dances

And people who've seen better days looking to take

their chances

They're under starters orders and Michael O'Hehir is

waiting

Lester's up on the favorite and she'll surely take some

beating

Necks are craned and eyes are strained there's fear

upon their faces

There's agony and ecstasy below at the Galway Races

Bethlehem and Cheltenham, Lourdes and Limerick Junction

Medjugorje or a rub of the extreme unction

Good people climb Croagh Patrick with serenity on their

faces

But I found my salvation, below at the Galway Races