Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
Chorus “Johnny, what’s it like, ta get tae in a hotel?”
There’s a dribble from the taepot, there’s a dribble from the jug.
Everytime I try to pour me tae or milk into me mug,
I hauld the taepot steady but I cannot pour it out.
‘Cos there’s nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout.
Who makes the bleedy taepots, ye find in a hotel.
You’ll see them in the restaurants and in the pubs as well.
They’re lovely clean and shiny but when ye pour them out.
There’s nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout.
Chorus
There’s a dribble from the taepot, there’s a dribble from the jug.
Everytime I try to pour me tae or milk into me mug,
I hauld the teapot steady but I cannot pour it out.
‘Cos there’s nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout.
Is there anyone in Ireland, makes a teapot with a spout.
That doesn’t dribble dribble everytime ye pour it out.
I’ve travelled over Ireland, north, east, south n’ west.
But the taepot that me Grandad has it surely is the best.
Chorus
‘Cos me Grandad has a taepot, he lives up in Drumphea.
It’s there you’ll alway get a master mug a tae.
He has a black n’ a smokey one but when he pours it out.
Ye’ll never see a dribble dribblin’ down along his spout.
‘Where did your Grandad get the taepot Johnny?”
He bought it on his honeymoon down in Hacketstown.
It was very expensive at the time, it cost a’ half a crown.
He has it fifty years or more, in use every day.
Me Grandad was a council man and he surely likes strong tae.
“Them are great auld teapots Johnny”
“Ah not like the ones today lad”
Chorus
There’s a dribble from the taepot, there’s a dribble from the jug.
Everytime I try to pour me tae or milk into me mug,
I hold the taepot steady but I cannot pour it out.
Cos there’s nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout.
Chorus
There’s a dribble from the taepot, there’s a dribble from the jug.
Everytime I try to pour me tae or milk into me mug,
I hauld the taepot steady but I cannot pour it out.
‘Cos there’s nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout.
Ah there’s nothing but a dribble dribblin’ down along the spout.
“An’ that’s the truth”
About the Song,…..The Dribblin’ Teapot.
Spouts that drip, or don’t drip, have long been something of a mystery, to many potters.
What is the difference, and what is going on?
So they say that the inside of the spout, needs to be as large, as the diameter of a fountain pen.
“Is’ent that Right Johnny?” “That’s right, that’s the truth”