He stands in pubs and talks too loud, In every tale, a world record. He knows that no one in the crowd Would ever take him at his word. I played in Croke Park long ago, With Roy Keane I chased the ball. I scored the goals that stole the show, And Keane and I, we had it all. You windbag – back with us today, Big talker – with tales galore. We don't mind a thing you say. Dear blatherer – tell us more and more! If all your tales be true or just a fadin' dream, You bring joy an' life to ev'ry local scene. His eyes go soft, he drifts away: The Rose of Tralee – aye, that was me! All Ireland was my kingdom then, The fairest flower on the lea. The people cheer — a fellow shouts: All hail to you, your Majesty! You feel the spirit fill the room. 'Tis how we welcome royalty. You windbag – back with us today, Big talker – with tales galore. We don't mind a thing you say. Dear blatherer – tell us more and more! If all your tales be true or just a fadin' dream, You bring joy an' life to ev'ry local scene. He counts the Taoiseach as his kin, For every feast he seeks him out. At Puck Fair he was crowned the king And then he poured the first dark stout. He's known in Dublin, known in Cork, In Galway and in Donegal. A legend at the summer Fleadh And any local drinkin' hall. You windbag – back with us today, Big talker – with tales galore. We don't mind a thing you say. Dear blatherer – tell us more and more! If all your tales be true or just a fadin' dream, You bring joy an' life to ev'ry local scene. All of it a wakin' dream, Like a minstrel's song we share. We cheer him on with sympathy. A silver tongue with words to spare. Hey windbag! Tell us more an' more! Hey talker! Best that you can be! Hey blatherer! Let your stories soar! Long may you reign, your Majesty! Hey windbag! Tell us more an' more! Hey talker! Best that you can be! Hey blatherer! Let your stories soar! Long may you reign, your Majesty!
