Feed the Dubs-let them know its Xmas time!
One for the dubs!
It's Christmastime, there's no need to do heroin
At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish dubs
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy
Throw your fist into the Dubs at Christmastime
But say a prayer, Pray for the other clubs
At Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a world outside Phibsboro
And it's a world of dread and fear(Tallaght)
Where the only water flowing
Is the bitter sting of Queers
And the Christmas bells that ring there are the clanging chimes of doom
Bono:
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you
And there won't be snow in Incicore this Christmastime
The greatest gift they'll get this year is food
Where nothing ever grows
No rain nor rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?
Here's to you
Raise a glass for everyone
Here's to them
Underneath that burning sun
Dizzee Rascal:Do they know it's Christmastime at all?
Feed the Dubs
Feed the Dubs
Feed the Dubs
Feed the world
Feed the Dubs
Let them know it's Christmastime again
Feed the Dubs
Feed the Dubs
soccer related riposte for the jackeens
It's Christmastime, there's no need to feed Pat Dolan
At Christmastime, they’ve won f*ck all, what a shame
And at their world of l*ngers, we can spread a smile of joy
And admire Cork Citys trophy cabinet at Christmastime
But say a prayer, Pray for young Kevin Doyle
Playing for Cork it's hard, hard to be having fun
There's a world beyond Newlands Cross
And it's a world of tools and feens
Where the only trophy going
Is the bitter ‘Liam McCarthy’
And the cash register that rings there is the clanging chimes of doom
Bono:
Well tonight thank Pat Fenlon it's Shels instead of you
And there won't be goals at the cross this Christmastime
The greatest gift they'll get next year is a trophy
Where no-one ever scores
No shots nor headers flow
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?
Here's to you
Raise a glass for everyone
Here's to them
Underneath that burning sun
Do they care it's Christmastime at all?
score for City
score for City
score for City
A soccer related riposte to Limerick fans who write for Jackeens
It's Christmas time, there's no team in Limerick
At Christmas time, their whole club is very sick
And in their world of re-election, we can but hope to get in again
And pray for one more chance at Christmastime
But say a prayer, Pray for a brand new squad
At Christmas time it's hard, hard not having any fun
There's a world beyond Pike Rovers
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only hope for survival
Is another re-election year
And ringing in the background are the clanging chimes of doom
CP O'Brien:
Well tonight thank God, there is no one else to come in instead of you
And there won't be goals in Limerick this Christmas time
The greatest gift they'll get next year is a team
Where no-one ever scores
No points nor wins flow
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?
Here's to you
Can we raise a few cent from everyone
Here's to them
Where will we get some needed "mun"
Do we care it's Christmas time at all?