Lyrics and Music by Richie Kavanagh
Chorus
I’m a little bit of lastic an’ a little bit of lace.
I was made for to cover your important little place.
Lads try to get their hands on me and end up in disgrace.
I’m a little bit of lastic an’ a little bit of lace.
I come in all kinds of colours, every shape an size.
The one thing about me is the element of surprise.
Every monday morning, I’m hung out on the line
And left there all day, if the weather it is fine.
Chorus
I’m a little bit of lastic an’ a little bit of lace.
I was made for to cover your important little place.
Lads try to get their hands on me and end up in disgrace.
I’m a little bit of lastic an’ a little bit of lace.
Ah sure I’m hanging here upon the line all through out the day.
An’ as the lads pass by they all ways look my way.
Ya know now if I could talk to them such stories I could tell.
But I know the way the look at me, they know it all to well.
Chorus
I’m a little bit of lastic an’ a little bit of lace.
I was made for to cover your important little place.
Lads try to get their hands on me and end up in disgrace.
I’m a little bit of lastic an’ a little bit of lace.
(Richie) “Stay wut her Johnny, stat wut her”
(Johnny) “Thats right, thats the truth”
Now they make me much smaller, I hardly cover it at all.
A course the price is bigger, though I am very small.
Now when I get a bit torn, I know the end is near.
Though I hear that big Maggie, has the same one 20 year.
Chorus
I’m a little bit of lastic an’ a little bit of lace.
I was made for to cover your important little place.
Lads try to get their hands on me and end up in disgrace.
I’m a little bit of lastic an a little bit of lace.