The Auctioneer
Seamus Moore
3:15Margret thatcher talking on TV Looks so sincere as she says to me "There'd be no unemployment If you all use a bit of initiative" I was on the dole I was broke and bored Says, "Aye I'll take her at her word!" Got a loan from a credit union man And I bought myself a transit van My next step un the ladder now I bought myself an old fat sow Crossed the border quite legally Collected a common market subsidy Signed all the form and gave back the pen Smuggled a sow back home again Ten times a day I'd work this plan Myself and the sow and the transit van Travel sickness the sow picked up Says "Aye it's time to diversify" Took all my money for the biscuit tin Filled the van to the roof with whiskey and gin Around the south, my wares I'd sell In public houses and hotels There was never a guard, nor a customs man Put his nose inside of the transit van Festivals and fleadhs and fair If the craic was good you'd find me there At all big matches in Croke park And I danced with Springsteen in the dark I fought with the tinkers in Ballinasloe I danced on the streets around Listowel Mothers had there daughters warned Stay well away from the transit van It being lent and the drink trade slow I changed to carrying video When on the road to Ballybay Found a customs roadblock in my way Faced the border I got her turned The engine roared and the tires burned Five patrol cars fully maned Were in hot pursuit of the transit van Through Clontibret I did go I was heading for the county Mayo Round a corner I hit a dog Went over the ditch landed in the bog I sat on a bank watched all I owned Sinking in the bog hole like a stone She was lying on the roof the wheels still turning And the stereo playing Daniel O'Donnell Now I'm back where I first began No job no money but I've a plan There a girl down in Mullingar She can hold my future in her hand She doesn't look like a film star But she's been telling me about her dad He has no property or land But he has two sows and a transit van The Queen of England drives a Rolls Royce car Her son Charlie has a Jaguar But when the pope came to Ireland Like myself He drove around in a transit van