Rockin’ The Bronx

I got a job in a band called Black 47I was doin' nothin' special after 11Oh we learned some tunes and wrote some songsAnd we bought ourselves a drum machine to keep the beat strong

Well we bought the Irish People, the Echo and the VoiceAnd we rang a few bars, said "We got a new noiseAnd it would please us greatly to come on uptownAnd show you paddies how we get on down"

One o'clock, two o'clock, give us a chanceAll we wanna do is be rockin' the Bronx3 o'clock, 4 o'clock what does she want?The girl in black leather wants toRock in the, rock in the Bronx

Oh we got a gig in the Village PubBut the regulars there all said that we suckedThen Big John Flynn, said "Oh, no noYou'll be causin' a riot if I don't let you go"

Then a flintstone from the Phoenix gave us a callWhen he heard the beat, he was quite appalled"D'yez not know nothin' by Christy Moore?"The next thing you be wantin' is Danny Boy!

Chris is chillin' on the uileann but he isn't aloneHere comes Freddy on the slide tromboneAdd a little guitar, Geoff Blythe on the saxGonna shoot you full of our New York fix

Then we went into the studio and made a tapeFrank Murray from the Pogues said "I think that it's great"Galigula said "It could be a hit,And if it falls on its face, who gives a shit!"

Now everywhere we go we cause a fussCoz we play what we like and our sound is usIt's got a whole lot of hell and a little bit of heavenThat's the story so far of Black '47