Saturday, November 01, 2008

The best version of this jingle I've heard - "There's No One as Irish as Barack O'Bama." Thanks, GM! It's five minutes long, folks, but well worth every second. Enjoy.






Performed by Hardy Drew and the Nancy Boys. I've transcribed the lyrics here with spelling errors aplenty, I'm sure, I wrote what I heard. If you know the correct spelling, please let me know.

Chorus:
O'Leary, O'Reilly, O'Hare and O'Hara
There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama
From the old Blarney Stone to the green hills of Tara
There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama

You don't believe me when I hear you say
But Barack's as Irish as our own JFK
His granddaddy's granddaddy came from Moneygall
A village in Nofte well known to you all

Cho.

His granddaddy's granddaddy was one Fulmuth Kearney
He's as Irish as any from the Lakes of Kilarney
His mam's from a long line of great Irish Mama's
There's no one as Irish as Barack Obama

Cho

He looks after his own a true son of St. Patrick
He chose as his mate Joe Biden a Catholic
Proddies Jews Muslims even the Dali Lama
There's no one as Irish as Barack Obama

Cho

Our Barack's a hero I heard 'em say
Fina Tequina it's the American way
He's Kilholland, Leongo, Nofish, Nuagrama
There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama

Cho.

A name is a name there's no doubt about it
Barack Obama's name we can shout it
Whether apostrophe or inverted comma
There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama

Cho.

Now you Hillary supporters don't you vote for McCain
And a VP needs brains so forget about Palin
With Cheney and Bush they are all ingorama
There's no one as Irish as Barack Obama

Cho.

From Kerry to Cork to old Donegal
Let's hear it for Barack from old Moneygall
From the Lakes of Kilarney to old Kalamara
There's no one as Irish as Barack Obama

Cho.

Tooral U, Tooral S, Tooral A, Tooralama
There's no one as Irish as Barack Obama
Tooral U, Tooral S, Tooral A, Tooralama
There's no one as Irish as Barack Obama

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There is a slightly different version of this song at Pacifica Riptide, where I found out a new verse is sung each Sunday evening at the music sessions hosted by Shay Black at the Starry Plow in Berkeley. What I transcribed here (before finding the other) goes with the video. It's sung to the old folk tune for "Villikins and his Dinah."

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