This leader in waiting, now celebrating
"She's gone!" he scweamed now ecstatic
Planned that attack and lead from the back
From his bunk in his mammy's attic!
With the Dweller excited and so delighted
The world will answer his calls
On his bunk-bed he stood, rotund and nude
And tore down Michelle from his walls
He said he'd a Dweam, or so it would seem
To bring down the mighty Sinn Féin
"Michelle she must go", because he said so
It's "Ulster says No" once again...
A room eight by eight, yet so full of hate
The dweller he lives for his phone
Such a horrible sight, when seen in daylight
No wonder that he lives alone
There stands an old house, quiet as a mouse
Except for one little room
Behind a locked door and a creaky old floor
Is a boy that's so full of gloom..
1/6
I'll tell you a tale, about a giant fail
It starts in Donaghadee
It not very far, if you travel by car
And there isn't that much to see..