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Well my old man's a provo with a beret and a gun I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run He looks so really trendy, in his shades and DM boots Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits Well, the Brits and police harass me each time that I go out They ask me if I've seen my da and if he's been about I say, "Mind your own business, oh just leave me alone You sure are only jealous you've no fathers of your own" Well, my old man's a provo with a beret and a gun I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run He looks so really trendy in his shades and DM boots Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits On our TV last Friday night, a cop came on to say: "Please give us information about the IRA" He showed us a provo unit on security TV I know one was me daddy, for he stopped and waved at me! Well, my old man's a provo with a beret and a gun I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run He looks so really trendy, in his shades and DM boots Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits Me dad has got me worried, I think he's goin' soft There's half a ton of fertilizer, stowed up in our loft "Are you gonna be a farmer, dad?" I asked him just for fun He said "Don't be an eejit, pass the coffee grinder son!" Well, my old man's a provo with a beret and a gun I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run He looks so really trendy in his shades and DM boots Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits At Christmas time, it's lonely when daddy's not at home The police are watching everywhere; they've even tapped our phone Last Christmas Eve they staked out all our windows and our doors When climbing down the chimney came a provo Santa Claus Well, my old man's a provo with a beret and a gun I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run He looks so really trendy, in his shades and DM boots Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits My daddy's up in Long Kesh now, to me it's just not right I'll say a special prayer for him when I go to bed tonight Today it was his birthday; I sent him in a cake There was Semtex in the candles, he'll be out before I wake! Well, my old man's a provo with a beret and a gun I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run He looks so really trendy in his shades and DM boots Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits Well, my old man's a provo with a beret and a gun I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run He looks so really trendy in his shades and DM boots Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits
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