[Verse]
Down in, down in the Free State down, they hang their heads in shame,
For a fellow from Bellaghy is driving them insane,
He strikes out without warning and they live their life in fright,
For it′s cold in Tipperary in your underpants at night.

[Chorus]
"Hang on to your trousers!" you can hear the Garda say,
"Put a padlock on your braces boys, McGlinchey's on his way!"
The scourge of all the Branchmen, from Cork to Galway Bay,
Put on your thermal underwear and you will be OK.

[Verse]
They searched o′er hill and valley and they searched both near and far,
For the man they call McGlinchеy, who drives a Garda car,
He's written off to Dublin, just to offеr them his thanks,
Saying if they want their car back, he'll trade it for a tank.

[Chorus]
"Hang on to your trousers!" you can hear the Garda say,
"Put a padlock on your braces boys, McGlinchey's on his way!"
The scourge of all the Branchmen, from Cork to Galway Bay,
Put on your thermal underwear and you will be OK.

[Verse]
Well, sad news came from County Clare upon St. Patrick′s Day,
Surrounded ten to one there, they took our man away,
They brought him to the border, they went there at a run,
They'd one hand on their trousers and the other on their guns.

[Chorus]
"Hang on to your trousers!" you can hear the Garda say,
"Put a padlock on your braces boys, McGlinchey's on his way!"
The scourge of all the Branchmen, from Cork to Galway Bay,
Put on your thermal underwear and you will be OK.

[Verse]
But have you heard the latest news? Their faces have turned red,
For instead of keeping Dominic here they've sent him back instead,
Now, Garret I must say this, I just can′t let it pass,
You don't have to drop your trousers, to show the world an ass.

[Chorus]
"Hang on to your trousers!" you can hear the Garda say,
"Put a padlock on your braces boys, McGlinchey's on his way!"
The scourge of all the Branchmen, from Cork to Galway Bay,
Put on your thermal underwear and you will be OK.

[Verse]
Now, my friends down in Bellaghy and up in Toomebridge too,
Keep smiling through your troubles, there still is much to do,
To all you young musicians, if you want to start a band,
If your looking for cheap uniforms, Dominic is your man.

[Chorus]
"Hang on to your trousers!" you can hear the Garda say,
"Put a padlock on your braces boys, McGlinchey's on his way!"
The scourge of all the Branchmen, from Cork to Galway Bay,
Put on your thermal underwear and you will be OK.
Put on your thermal underwear and you will be OK,
Hands up trouserd down.