The Cap Me Granda' Wore-Mick Thomas

The Cap Me Granda' Wore - Mick Thomas Well who could blame me I was just a lad of eighteen years I was looking for adventure I was heading for the sun So I left the polytechnic I left it for the southern hemisphere Me ma said not to drink too much I knew that I'd drink far too much 'Cause dezzy rielly wrote me and he told me It was so much fun The day that I got off the plane he Met me there with Frank Ccshane They took me to the city and We stopped in for the one And I saw a hurling stick From derry and a door Knocker from cork And a cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me granda' wearing Up above the doorway De Valera smiling down And a poster in the hallway of the Pubs of dublin town Well who could blame me I could hold a tune and play a bit I'd only ever been in rock bands But me accent it was right We played the tunes we sang the songs I do believe I was a hit And I liked the girl behind the bar She was out six months from mullingar We'd all stop and have a jar after work on friday nights She told me that she loved this place I leant across I kissed her face Me irish heartbeat it did race Me celtic head felt light Beneath the hurling stick From derry and a door knocker from cork And a cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me granda' wearing Up above the doorway de valera smiling down And a poster in the hallway of the pubs of dublin town Well who could blame me I was now a man of nineteen years It was the first time I'd spent christmas on me own Me visa had expired I'd begun to like Australian beer And the cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me granda' wearing Made me long for Ireland hey I booked a ticket home I walked into the house in Dublin city Asking about family history The photos and the trinkets and the cap Me granda' owned But then me ma looked at me In shock she said me boy we've sold the lot To a pleasant man from Melbourne Who called us on the phone She'd sold the hurling stick from Derry and the door knocker from cork And the cap upon the wall it was the one I saw me granda' wearing Up above the doorway De valera had come down An ashtray that me da' stole From a pub in dublin town An accordion from Italy that had never played a tune And a shamrock made of plastic And a world cup team from ninety A horseshoe and a briar pipe An ancient brick of peat I looked down in surprise to see the floor beneath me feet A recording by the waterboys A recipe for stew And a litre of the liffey and picture of James Galway Textbooks from the poly over which we used to toil And a paperback edition of the works of roddy doyle She'd sold the crystal vase from Waterford the cup from Donegal She'd gone and sold the toilet seat I had to stand to do me business A blackthorn stick from arklow some Driftwood from the shore The fiddle in the attic and the sash me father wore She'd sold the hurling stick from Derry and a door knocker from cork The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me granda' wearing Up above the doorway De Valera had come down An ashtray that me da' stole from a pub in Dublin town So I think perhaps I'll get drunk at the pub in Dublin town