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Hey hey hey hey
Hey young fella
What the fuck d'you know about straw?
Leave it off
My name is Noel
And I'm from Tipperary
No better man
For tillage and dairy
Working hard
I couldn't be leaner
Nineteen years I hurled senior
The south
The county
I won them all
Playing midfield
I never caught a ball
I don't believe
In that catching shit
Get the ball and fucking drive it
Pull first time
Pull every time
High low
Hard and late
Acting the maggot with a whistle in your mouth
Here's one thing that I hate
Referees playing for a draw
What the fuck d'you know about straw
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey young fella
A feed of spuds
Creamy pints
Sunday morning
To Sunday night
A feed of spuds
Creamy pints
Sunday morning to Sunday night
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey young fella
What the fuck do you know about straw?
Leave it off
Smoking fags in the back of mass
Giving out about the hand pass
I only go to funerals for the sandwiches
Being insane has advantages
My underpants, their white and thermal
I get a horn from the farmers journal
Got no tax or NCT
Unpaid fines from the Gardai
I shout at the news
I never miss the weather
The music on the radio
Used to be better
A haunt of young ones
Shaking their ass
Give me Declan Nerney
And Johnny Cash
A feed of spuds
Creamy pints
Sunday morning to Sunday night
A feed of spuds
Creamy pints
Sunday morning to Sunday night
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey young fella
What the fuck do you know about straw?
Hey young fella
All me socks
Have got patches
I'm barred from going to camogie matches
My son John Paul
He could have played county much tougher
Than any of them townies
I headbutted Prince Charles in toomevara
I went on a stag with ché guevara
I'm deaf in one ear
I've a pain in my knees
I only wear slacks
I shop in guineys
Patsy, Dan, Paddy, Fong
That's my crew
I'm Noel furlong
After dinner, I might go for a snooze
Tune in ye pricks
Here's the news
A feed of spuds
Creamy pints
Sunday morning to Sunday night
A feed of spuds
Creamy pints
Sunday morning to Sunday night
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey young fella
The fuck do you know about straw?
Hey young fella
What the fuck you know about straw?
Leave it off

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