Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
(Richie) “Well Johnny, have all the pot holes filled?”
I sent a lorry for a barrel a tar.
It hasn’t came back here so far.
Me shovel handle broke in two.
Oh what am I supposed ta do.
Well ya have no tar an’ ya have no chippings.
An’ ya have no shovel for ta keep it tipping.
So sit down here without delay.
An’ we’ll have a tae.
(Johnny) “You know what, sitting here reminds me of sitting outside a the marquees”
(Richie) “In 1968 Johnny”
(Johnny) ”That’s right, that’s the truth” “Do ya ‘remember?”
Sure I was a teenager in 1968.
I had long jaggy hair an’ the craic it was great.
I wore a flarey trousers an’ great big platform shoes.
An’ the Vietnam war was always in the news.
(Richie) “Stay wut her Johnny, stay out her.”
(Johnny) “That’s right, that’s the truth. Face her for Mt.Leintser.”
Every one was working, everybody had a job.
It wasn’t very fancy, but it was a few auld bob.
They’d put up a great big tent, they’d call it a marquee.
An’ we would travel miles, our favourite show bands for ta see.
Big Tom sang gentle mother, he was big round an’ fat.
Dickey Rock sang Georgey porgy an’ he was like a lat.
Joe Dolan an’ the Drifters, now they played everywhere.
An’ we were all just young lads an’ we didn’t have a care.
Oh I was a teenager in 1968.
I had long jaggy hair an’ the craic it was great.
I wore a flarey trousers an’ great big platform shoes.
An’ the Vietnam war, was always in the news.
Now teenagers of the 90s, no matter what they say.
Yer parents looked so perfect, but they were devils in their day.
Yer fathers had a mini car, no room to court at all.
He often got a better court, up again a wall.
Yer mother wore a mini skirt, miles above her knee.
She had no inhibitions, she was young slim an’ free.
So the next time that ye stay out late an’ your parents shout at you.
Tell ’em Richie an’ Johnny tauld you a thing or two.
(Richie) “Hey Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny here’s the boss, here’s the engineer.”
We are two loyal council men, to sit down here is not a sin.
We sent a lorry for a barrel a tar.
It hasn’t came back here so far.
Oh keep the kettle boiling, keep the lads a smiling.
Well we have no tar, but we have strong tae.
And we’ll have a mug today.
Oh keep the kettle boiling, keep the lads a smiling.
Well we have no tar, but we have strong tae.
And well have a mug today.
(Johnny) “Hey lad, hey lad will ye have a mug yourself?”