Delirium Tremens (Christy Moore?) I dreamt a dream the other night. I couldn't sleep a wink. The rats were trying to count the sheep and I was off the drink. There were footsteps in the parlor and voices on the stairs. And I was climbing up the walls and moving round the chairs. I look out from under me blanket and up at the fireplace. The Pope and John F. Kennedy were staring in me face. Suddenly it dawned on me: I was getting the old D.T.'s, When the child of Prague began to dance around the mantelpiece. CHO: Goodbye to the port and brandy, to the vodka and the Stag, To the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottle draught and keg. As I sat lookin' up at the Guinness ad, I could never figure out how Your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout. Well, I swore upon the Bible I'd never touch a drop. My heart was palpitatin'. I was sure 'twas goin' to stop. Thinkin' I was dyin', I gave my soul to God to keep, And a tenner to St. Anthony to help me get to sleep. I fell into an awful nightmare and got a dreadful shock. When I dreamt where was no duty-free at the airport down in Knock. George Seawright was sayin' the rosary and SPUC were on the pill. Frank Patterson was gargled and singin' Spancil Hill. I dreamt that Mr. Haughey had recaptured Crossmaglen. Then Garret got re-elected and gave it back again. Dick Spring and Roger Casement were on board the Marita-Ann. As she sailed into Fenit, they were singin' "Banna Strand." I dreamt Archbishop McNamara was on Spike Island for 3 nights, Havin' been arrested for supportin' travelers' rights. I dreamt that Ruari Quinn was smokin' marijuana in the Dail, And Barry Desmond handin' Frenchies out to the scuts in Fianna Fail. I dreamt of Nell McCafferty, and Mary Kenny too. The things that we got up to! But I'm not tellin' you. I dreamt I was in a Jacuzzi along with Alice Glenn. 'Twas then I knew I'd never ever ever drink again. (Chorus) oct00
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