The Popes - Donegal Express lyrics

Who first to speak of Donegal Who kicks in the bars and in the balls The harp that played in Tara's halls Is burning on the dump Virginia is a gin town Belturbot is a sin town And all the boys from skin town Are in England on the lump Got pissed in Letterkenny With darling, sportin' Jenny I nearly f**ed her brains out And tore her party dress The husband caught me in the bed Who tried to kick me in the head Had to swim the stream to get The Donegal Express Kahaya, you f** Come hell or high water I might have f**ed your missus But I never f**ed your daughter Fiddlee, ahh Fiddlee, ahh Fiddlee, ahh Fiddlee, ahh As sure as I'm Father Emmett I've a King Dong down me Semmett As any girl will tell you From Cavan down to Clare Back in Virginia In the toilets with Lavinia I nearly f**ed her brains out And tore her party dress A sh**, a shave, a shower A half a pint of Powers Had to swim the stream to get The Donegal Express Kahaya, you f** Come hell or high water I might have f**ed your missus I never f**ed your daughter Fiddlee, ahh Fiddlee, ahh Fiddlee, ahh Fiddlee, ahh Kahaya, you f** Come hell or high water I might have f**ed your Missus I never f**ed your daughter Fiddlee, ahh Fiddlee, ahh Fiddlee, ahh Fiddlee, ahh