Over The Moon, Fernando
¶ 1
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Can you hear the drums, Fernando?
That steady rhythmic roll?
And all the talk
That’s urging Cork
To score another goal?
¶ 2
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Did you see the match, Fernando?
As Swede as milk and honey!
If Cork survive
And stay alive
Its money, money, money.
¶ 3
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The lads done good, Fernando,
And now they play away.
Let’s hope they don’t
[I’m sure they won’t]
End up with Swede F.A.
¶ 4
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All credit to Cork, Fernando,
Their skill was quite divine.
I hope they’re not
Put on the spot
By that Swede child of mine.
¶ 5
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The name of the game, Fernando,
Is consolidating power.
For yous I wish
A tasty dish –
Don’t order Sweden sour.
¶ 6
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Do you think they’ll win, Fernando?
I do, I do, I do.
Though some think that
Bould Uncle Pat
Might face his Waterloo.
¶ 7
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Who’s yer wan, Fernando?
Is that the dancing queen?
She’s quite a catch
But not a patch
On Rose from Skibbereen.
¶ 8
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At the end of the day, Fernando,
Here’s hoping you go through.
But, win or lose,
Here’s hoping yous
Will get some voulez-vous.
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