There’s hooleys out in Spancil Hill
The kind you’ve never seen
And every Irishman is thrilled
That Trap now wears the green.
Eamon Dunphy’s lost for words
That must be a first
When Trap’s in charge of those green shirts,
They’ll rock the Football World.
St Stephens Green has never seen
When Trap sends out his first green team
Will Croker rock ‘n’ roll?
Will Dublin go bananas
When Trap leads out the greens
Will Johnny Giles retire now
From slaughtering the team?
Gas parties out in Limerick
Are rocking round the clock
By the time the next World Cup comes round
They’ll all be jetting off.
There’s talk of him in County Cork
Saying he’s Italian. What baloney
We all know his familie’s from these shores
Them Tralee O’Trapattoni’s
Mobiles phones are banished
Squad suits are back in vogue
Trap speaks German, French and Spanish
In a lovely Kerry brogue!
The resurrection of the emerald greens
To the hallowed winning road
With Trap in charge, the Irish team
And it’s fantastic following will be welcomed,
Wherever they may go!