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Monday, October 6, 2014

St. Gunnigan's Home For The Insane

Oh, at Gunnigan's!
St Gunnigan's!
Here at St Gunnigan's home for the insane
I rattled off me name
Oh I rattled off me worth
But I weren't talking to Christ
I found I was talking to dirt!
(Oy, a great bloody pile of it!)
At Gunnigan's
Oh, St Gunnigan's
St Gunnigan's home for the insane!

It all started one day
As I set out for work
I saw a sad hamadryad
And I started to flirt
Till I thought things were going well
Went in for a kissing spree
But wouldn't you know it
I got a mouthful of bark
As I learned that she was a tree!

Oh, at Gunnigan's!
St Gunnigan's!
Here at St Gunnigan's home for the insane
I built me a castle
It were a home for a king
But turns out I'm no builder
T'was just a wad o'sticky wet string!
(And a fookin' mess it were too!)
At Gunnigan's
Oh, St Gunnigan's
St Gunnigan's home for the insane!