Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
Chorus
About a shopping trolley, I thought I’d let ye know.
Ya’d try ta push it straight, but it never seems ta go.
Ya’d wobble through the car park, hopping off the cars.
Any one would think ya had a few auld jars.
You arrive at the shop, put your euro in the slot.
It’s then ya realise, the awful trolly that you’ve got.
Ya start ta do your shopping, but now your in a hobble.
‘Cos every time ya push the trolley starts ta wobble.
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About a shopping trolley, I thought I’d let ye know.
You’d try ta push it straight, but it never seems ta go.
You’d wobble through the car park, hopping off the cars.
Any one would think ya had a few auld jars.
It’s like being in a dance hall, waltzing all about.
Ya get so frustrated, ya want ta scream and shout.
Ya have ta keep on smiling, smile shut your mouth.
And hope your temper holds, til ye get ta checkout.
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About a shopping trolley, I’d thought I’d let ye know.
Ya try ta push it straight, but it never seems ta go.
Ya wobble through the car park, hopping off the cars.
Any one would think ya had a few auld jars.
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Hold her Johnny, hold her, hold her, hold her.
Mind the eggs, mind the eggs, don’t hit that car.
I’m doing me best lad, I’m doing me best.
She’ll be giving out, when we go home if the eggs are broken.
Hold her Johnny, the wheel is gone wrong on one side lad, hold her, hold her, hold her.
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