Some lyrics...

For those Irishmen... Oh, Hi, Megan... among us who have forgotten that they're Irish, and not, say, French or some such.

WHO STOLE YA SOUL CAITLIN
From the CD There Will Be Another Day

I went ta see Caitlin about a week or so ago
I said "it's been a while," she smiled and said
"I know you came such a long way a stor you must be tired,
I'll make us some tea, pull up here by the fire"
Sittin' in the kitchen her face was all aglow
I stared into the flames like Miley from Glenroe
It was mid July around the time of Drumcree
I said what's goin' down didn't seem right to me
She said she didn't care about anything up there
"You Yanks just don't have a clue"
I said "listen child you're like Oscar Wilde
beneath your little tent of blue"

She said "we'll have no more discussin' of the North
and let's not argue any longer"
finishin' her tea she threw a dirty look at me
and said "let me get something stronger"
I popped a can of G she had a drop of Baileys
"So tell me Caitlin do ya still go to ceilis?"
"I mostly go to raves though the crowd can get rough
but the music's so now I hate that diddley-eye stuff"
I sat and bit my tongue kind of like she used to
See when we were young the two of us we used to
Night and day every which way
Gettin' it on till the break of dawn
Lettin' it slide made the room kind of quiet
Flipped on the tube we got a steady diet
of proshams about nothin' at all
Caitlin kept watchin' she was havin' a ball
Eight o'clock and she got all excited
QPR Manchester United
After the game it was much the same
bullshit it just didn't quit
Next there was a show about Fergie and Di
Caitlin was so moved she started to cry
It was the straw that broke this here narrow back
I readied my rockets and launched my attack
"My sister's a princess my Mother's a Queen
so I don't give a fuck about the deadbeats
Up on your screen.
Furthermore Man United's a bore
You'd support Glasgow Celtic if ya knew the real score
or better yet Gaelic football or hurling
You're payin' in punts but you're prayin' to sterling.
Master propaganda got ya under control
You're just like that rave shit
ye ain't got no soul"
Who stole your soul?