Standard (EADGBE)
Oh, I want to write a song, not too short, not too long,
I'll get respect from all the lads, (who's your man, he's not bad)
I need not wait too long, I'll write song after song,
It'll be me on MTV, doing a duet with Elton John
I'll become so big and famous, I'll change me name to Seamus,
Be the coolest of the Paddy's, who's your feckin daddy
The girls in the crowd, screaming really loud,
"Oh Seamus you're the best, will you sign me massive chest?"
Well I'm sorry maiden Michelle, I'm a pure professional
I won't have antics in me trailer, so treat me like a sailor
"But what about your shows, at every one we have been?",
I'm sorry girls it's not my fault but you're only 15
Oh I won't walk down the street cause I'll be up the fucking walls
Everyone will want a kiss, and sure grab or rub me balls,
I'll be hyper, hyper, hyper, I will not shleep at night
Ashtounded by the fact that I can even sell my shite
But sometimes I think to myself, "Ar I'd be better off just being me"
And play my songs for my friends on the sofa side of MTV
Oh I think of Spirituality, Hymns and going to mass,
But you know I'd trade it all, for Rock n Roll, so I could hire a guy to wipe my ass
Oh there's one thing I won't do, If i make it really big,
I won't end up like Shnoopy Dogg with fucking pig tails and a shmig,
And all your songs are cat, the lads think you're a twat,
And why If you can see us do you insist on asking "where are y'all at?"
I mean your grammar is atrocious, it should be "where are ye?"
sure the only Youghal that we know, is a Cork town by the see
And if we started hanging out, down in Youghal or anything,
I'd catch you by the pigtails, swing you round and fuck you in,
Now, and in me videos, I'd bust a move, or grab me crotch
And where you'd be off saying "bitch", I'd be saying "biatch"
I'm driving in me flashy car, the girlies all along side me,
Oh fuckin hell there's Snoop, if I duck down will you hide me?
And he sang,
"Seamus, he just want's to be famous"
He's about 13 new women on the go
Seamus he just wants to be famous
And he'll keep his eye on that goal
Spoken - (Now for the high bit, go on Seamus)
Laaaa, la la la la la laaaa
la la la la la laaaa
la la la la la laaaa
Spoken - ( And he sang it again, even though the crowd we're shouting at him, and
telling him to fuck off, he sang..)
Laaaa, la la la la la laaaa
la la la la la laaaa
la la la la la laaaa
Spoken - (And at this stage the auditorium was empty, it was just some fella sweeping up
auld litter down the back and he still going, and he said..)
Laaaa, la la la la la laaaa
la la la la la laaaa
la la la la la laaaa
Then someone came up and plugged him out!