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THE LANGER

By Tim O'Riordan & Natural Gas

Have you seen the young man
The drunken auld lout
Roaring and bawling and spilling his stout
And in everyone's business
You'll first see his snout
Down in Cork, he'd be known as a langer!
A langer (crowd: a langer)
In Cork, he'd be known as a langer!

And our hero Roy Keane
Footballer supreme
The finest this country and Man U's ever seen
And we'd have won the World Cup
But Mick McCarthy fouled up
Roy was dead right to call him a langer!
A langer (a langer)
Roy was dead right to call him a langer!

Féach an phleice amach romhainn
ag bladairt trína thóin
Níl gaelinn ag éine
dár leis, ach é féin
Tá aige fomhraíocht sár-bhinn
Is gramadach fíor chrinn
I gCorcaigh, gan dabht, sé an Langer!
An langer (an langer)
I gCorcaigh, gan dabht, sé an Langer!

In two thousand and five
Culture will thrive
All along the green banks of the Lee (oh good man George!)
But no matter what
Even if you arrive on your yacht
We'll tolerate absolutely nobody acting the langer! (certainly not in Crosshaven!)
Langer, langer
There'll be nobody acting the langer

So three cheers for Roy Keane
He's back wearing the green
Ah, what more could you ask him to do?
So forget all the press
And the whole bloody mess
They're only a big shower of langers
Langers, langers
They're only a big shower of langers

So there was me song
I didn't keep you too long
For now ye all know one more word of Cork slang
And while there's meat on me bones
I hope I'll never be known
As a typical, home-grown Cork langer!

Langer (crowd: langer)
As a typical home-grown Cork langer!

Langer (crowd: langer)
As a typical home-grown Cork langer


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