The Jcb Song

Now there's a man Delaney, he's a man of high renown He's in the plant hire business, here in London town He has a load of wagons, a Merc and Model T But the pride of his possessions, is his yellow JCB Well he takes it down to Nelly's, to the Bell and to the Crown And the engine runs on diesel oil, it never lets him down He takes it to the Galtee, ah but only for the craic With Delaney at the (steering wheel, and the subbies in the back Well the inside of his JCB, is a sight to behold He's got curtains on the windows, of colours green white and gold He has a photograph of Haughey, from the Dail in Dublin town And there's one of Maggie Thatcher, but it's hanging upside down. Now he doctored up the JCB, to give her more horse power He thundered down the motorway, at a hundred mile an hour And when the cops came after him, Delaney 'f, d' and blind Well he stuck it into overdrive, and left them all behind Now they built a fine big airport, in a place that's known as Knock And when Monsignor first trodden the sod, sure he got an awful shock For there beneath the heather, the water ran so free He said I'll send for Delaney, with his yellow JCB When the Pope he came to Ireland, well he had a pope-mobile A great machine on tarmac, ah but no good in the fields And when his chopper flew into Knock, what did John Paul say He said I'm going with Delaney, in that yellow JCB When the boys they go a-courting, with the quare ones by their sides Some go by London Transport, some take their Raleigh bike Some go on Shank's pony, ah but not our Mr. D For when he goes up to Cricklewood, sure he takes th'oul JCB