Bridie was teachin' out in Carysfort 

I was workin' in the bank 

2 paycheques every Friday 

And a Morris Minor out the back 

But I was mad for jigs and reels 

Drinkin' dirty big pints of stout 

When the Bank of Ireland gave me the boot 

They said "Don't let the door hit your arse on the way out." 



Fiddlee diddlee deidely dee 

I was born to play the funky ceílí 

Over the seas and far away, off to Ameri-kay

Fiddlee diddlee deidely dee 

Where the wild, wild women were waitin' for me 

Think of me Bridie whenever you see me there on your MTV 

I love you, a cushla, but how could I be 

Without me punky funky ceílí 



Bridie broke down and started to bawl 

When I told her about me divorce from the bank 

She said "I've got news of me own, a stor, 

I'm 2 months late, it's not with the rent"

She said I'd have to be tellin' her Da 

So we drove the Morris Minor to Cork 

The ould fella said "You've got two choices, 

Castration, or a one way ticket to New York!" 



So here I am up on Bainbridge Avenue 

Still in one piece but glad I'm alive 

Drinkin' dirty big glasses of porter 

Playin' me jigs and me reels and me slides 

Think of you, Bridie, whenever I'm sober 

Which isn't too often, I have to confess 

Take good care of the Morris Minor 

Bad luck to your Da 

And give the baby a great big kiss....

From his Daddy in the Bronx 



Oh Bridie, I'm still crazy about you, girl 

Does the baby look like me, Bridie? 

Has he got red hair and glasses? 

Oh, Bridie, sell the Morris Minor 

Come on out to America, girl 

The pubs never close over here 

I've got a palace up on Bainbridge Avenue 

I've got the biggest bed in the world, girl, 

We can stay in it and make babies forever....