I got a job in a band called Black 47 

I was doin' nothin' special after 11 

Oh we learned some tunes and wrote some songs 

And we bought ourselves a drum machine to keep the beat strong 



Well we bought the Irish People, the Echo and the Voice 

And we rang a few bars, said "We got a new noise 

And it would please us greatly to come on uptown 

And show you paddies how we get on down" 



One o'clock, two o'clock, give us a chance 

All we wanna do is be rockin' the Bronx 

3 o'clock, 4 o'clock what does she want? 

The girl in black leather wants to 

Rock in the, rock in the Bronx 



Oh we got a gig in the Village Pub 

But the regulars there all said that we sucked 

Then Big John Flynn, said "Oh, no no 

You'll be causin' a riot if I don't let you go" 



Then a flintstone from the Phoenix gave us a call 

When he heard the beat, he was quite appalled 

"D'yez not know nothin' by Christy Moore?" 

The next thing you be wantin' is Danny Boy! 



Chris is chillin' on the uileann but he isn't alone 

Here comes Freddy on the slide trombone 

Add a little guitar, Geoff Blythe on the sax 

Gonna shoot you full of our New York fix 



Then we went into the studio and made a tape 

Frank Murray from the Pogues said "I think that it's great"

Galigula said "It could be a hit,

And if it falls on its face, who gives a shit!" 



Now everywhere we go we cause a fuss 

Coz we play what we like and our sound is us 

It's got a whole lot of hell and a little bit of heaven 

That's the story so far of Black '47