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Shots With Simon

Hip-Hop/Rap

Shots With Simon was released on July 17, 2026 by CLUELESS Music as a part of the album Shots With Simon - Single

Song Details

AlbumShots With Simon - Single

Release DateJuly 17, 2026

LabelCLUELESS Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM103

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Matthew McGovern

Matthew McGovern

Rap

Deejay Cloney

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Matthew McGovern

Matthew McGovern

Songwriter

Deejay Cloney

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Matthew McGovern

Matthew McGovern

Assistant Producer

Deejay Cloney

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Obviously went through operational processes and sought to engage

But let me be very clear

We cannot, will not tolerate a situation

Where we live in a parliamentary democracy

We engage with the groups

But the people engaged in the blockades today

I've gotta be honest

And I say to them, I say to their loved ones who'd like them home too

Please, please, step back from the brink

And to anybody who thinks this party is tired

To anyone who thinks this party lacks energy

Eh, you ain't seen nothin' yet

Simon

Drop them yokes

Better drop them yokes quick

Yeah, Simon

Pass 'em around

Give us some you selfish prick

Yeah, Simon

Smoke that hash

Smoke 'till you choke

I said, Simon

Pay the dealer with me wages (wages)

Wouldn't want you going broke

Fuel your motor to the max

We'll all pay for it, just relax

Go back to the gaff and count your stacks

From our rental fees and our income tax

There's a party in the Dáil, yous can all come through

You can drive home drunk on the taxpayer's fuel

Micheál's here, Varadkar too

Drop a couple of yokes with the government crew

I-I-I-I-I'm snorting a line

I-I-I-I-I-I'm take-take-takin' a pill

I-I-I-I-I'm snorting a line

I-I-I-I-I-I'm take-take-takin' a pill

One day Simon brought all his buddies to the Dáil

Come on lads, bring the dough, we can all have a ball

Got brown, got green, got white, got black

Got the purple lean, got some ladies in the back (back)

Drop it down Simon

Gettin' all of Fine Gael fluthered with your winin'

Drop a couple fun time pills in the punch

And we'll all be dead by tomorrow time lunch

Lean dripped fountain, only cost a few racks

Micheál gettin' all woozy off the fuel tax

Bring all the celebrities, show 'em how to party

Garron on the Hennessy, Bono on Bacardi

Liam Neeson on the Everclear, 'bout to get his head whirled

Gay Byrne taking turns arm wrestling with Jedward

2 Johnnies puttin' on a show with Hozier

Louis Walsh gonna hit the golden brown, I mean buzzer

The Healy-Raes are havin' a smoke off

Won't end until the Nokia Goes off

Niall Horan's singing 'till in walks Geldof

"I'm raising money there" "Oi, fuck off"

Fuck the poor and fuck the homeless

Who gives a fuck, I think Barry Keoghan's

Walked in, dressed in orange

Heather Humphries drying off her minge (what the fuck?)

Somebody check on Ryan Tubridy

Spent all his RTÉ funds on the Columbi-

-an shit

God knows what's in that

Graham Norton's been back

Out of the attic and he's bought himself a six pack

Leo drink driving the Clio

Micheál's helping Cowen to find the Oreos

Harris getting off with Arlene, that's just sick

I think he's gonna have to call Mattress Mick

Whole Burke family, Christ he's in them

"Ehh, which one? Moore or Dignam?"

Now they're dropping yokes of the MDMA

Enoch outside screaming, "let me in!"

Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?

Simon did

Now he's nicking bottles from behind the bar

What you doin' now Simon?

I'm snorting a line

I'm taking a pill

I-I-I-I-I'm snorting a line

I-I-I-I-I-I'm take-take-takin' a pill

The money came in

From our EU allowances

Spend it all on sneachta

Fuck all the housing shiz (keep goin')

Free blow if you own three homes or more

Please post the eviction notes to the door

Jack up the rent, stash it all in the bank

Blow it all on the meth, tell your dealer say thanks

For the privilege of talking to me

Mr Harris, been a bullshitter since '03

La la la la la, I can't hear ya (na-na)

50 quid notes I stuff my ears with

If I take 'em out and you're talking badly

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Gardaí

Block the motorways, I got the army

I run the show from Kilcohan to Killarney

They say don't hate the players man, hate the game

But I say the developers are to blame (for what?)

Rigged it all to benefit their aims

Simon, Trump, Farage, yous are all the same

This type of shit is something I won't stand for

One law for us, another law for the landlords

Let the people starve man, they don't need housing

Built this system to keep 'em all down

Fuck Bridgetown, send 'em all packing (packing)

Fuck Ballybane, keep the money stacking (stacking)

One bed, one bath, three grand a month

Pay up on time, gotta grab me skunk (wha?)

Follow the money, call it Simon's shit trail

Half on blow and send the other half to Israel

For 800 years we fought off the Brits

And now we're doing the same thing that Cromwell did

Did, did, did

Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?

Simon did

Now he's nicking bottles from behind the bar

What you doin' now Simon?

I'm snorting a line

I'm taking a pill

I-I-I-I-I'm snorting a line

I-I-I-I-I-I'm take-take-takin' a pill

Micheál, Leo, Simon for election

The hash and snow's arriving for collection

Enjoy the sesh man, but don't relax

We're all getting whacked off the motor tax

So c'mon

Take a few shots with Simon

Whole government's here, there'll be no catching cases

Drop a couple bumps with the Fine Gael chumps

'Till we're all Fianna Fáil-lin on our faces

I'm snorting a line

(gimme more, gimme more)

I'm taking a pill

(gimme more, gimme more)

I'm snorting a line

(gimme more, gimme more)

I'm taking a pill

(gimme more, gimme more)

Same damn party as yesterday

These lads been in power for a century

If I get an auld snap of Simon on the smack

Maybe they'll pay me to sign an NDA

What you doing now Simon?

Em, firstly what happened last night was beyond unacceptable

Em, this sort of carry on just can't happen

Written by: Deejay Cloney, Matthew McGovern

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