Up the Ra Rubberbandits

Monty?
Yeah?

It's like this now
I want you to go up the North next Saturday night
And I want you to take to of your best mates with you
Car and all now is on the dock waiting for you
There's three guns in the boot of the car
And I want no messing
And I want you to blow away two Paratroopers

Yeah, we're gonna give you a lesson now in Irish history
For over three hundred years
The British Army have oppressed the Irish people

It all started with the Great Potato Famine of 1916
When the British took all of our food
And when we were took weak and too starving to fight
They stole the seven counties in Ulster
So Éamon de Valera rode to London on the back of a horse
To punch the Queen into the jaw
As a symbol
She locked him in jail for a hundred years
And he smeared his own shit on the wall and starved to death

Ooh, aah! Up the Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!

Paul McGrath, take off your bra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Ooh, aah! Up The Ra!
Cantona, you're a spa!