Lyrics

My old mans a provo with a beret and a gun I havent seen him lately hes always on the run He looks really trendy in his shades and DM boots Far cooler than them other dads in ties and shirts and suits The brits and police ask me, each time that I go out They ask me if I seen me da or if he's been about I say 'mind your own business, now just leave me alone You shower are only jealous, you've no fathers of your own!" On RTÉ last Friday night, a cop came on to say, "Please give us information, about the IRA" They showed a provo unit on security tv I know that was me da', for he stopped and waved at me At Christmas time its lonely when daddys not at home The police are watching everywhere they've even tapped our phone Last Christmas Eve they staked out our windows and our doors Then climbing down the chimney came a provo santa clause My daddys up in long kesh now to me its just not right I say a special prayer for him when i got to bed at night Today it was his birthday I sent him in a cake There was cemtex in the candles he'll be out before i wake!!!
Writer(s): Keith Karlson, Stephen Kellog, Brian Factor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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