[Chorus]
Well my old man's a Provo, with a beret and a gun,
I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run,
He looks so really trendy, in his shades and DM boots,
Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits.

[Verse]
Well the Brits and police harass me, each time that I go out,
They ask me if I've seen my da and if he's been about,
I say, "Mind your own business, so just leave me alone,
You sure are only jealous you've no fathers of your own!"

[Chorus]
Well my old man's a Provo, with a beret and a gun,
I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run,
He looks so really trendy, in his shades and DM boots,
Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits.

[Verse]
On our TV the other night, a cop came on to say,
"Give us information about the IRA",
He showed a Provo unit on security TV,
I know one was me daddy, cause he stopped and waved at me!

[Chorus]
Well my old man's a Provo, with a beret and a gun,
I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run,
He looks so really trendy, in his shades and DM boots,
Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits.

[Verse]
At Christmas time it's lonely, when daddy's not at home,
The Brits are watching everywhere, they've even tapped our phone,
Last Christmas Eve they staked out, all our windows and our doors,
When climbing down the chimney, came a Provo Santa Claus!

[Hook]
Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to join the Provisional IRA,
Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to join the Provisional IRA.

[Chorus]
Well my old man's a Provo, with a beret and a gun,
I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run,
He looks so really trendy, in his shades and DM boots,
Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits.

[Verse]
My dad has got me worried, I think he's gone soft,
There's half a ton of fertiliser, stowed up in our loft,
"Are you gonna be a farmer, dad?" I asked him just for fun,
He said, "Don't be an eejit, pass the coffee grinder son!"

[Chorus]
Well my old man's a Provo, with a beret and a gun,
I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run,
He looks so really trendy, in his shades and DM boots,
Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits.

[Verse]
My daddy's up in Long Kesh now, to me it's just not right,
I'll say a special prayer to him, when I go to bed tonight,
Today it was his birthday, I sent him in a cake,
There was semtex in the candles, he'll be out before I wake!

[Chorus]
Well my old man's a Provo, with a beret and a gun,
I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run,
He looks so really trendy, in his shades and DM boots,
Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits.

[Verse]
Well now the guns are silent and the fighting all will cease,
And just like all those other dads, my dad will be released,
Ah, but the Brits they wanna guarantee, that he will keep the peace,
So they're making in a sergeant, in the IRA police!

[Chorus]
Well my old man's a Provo, with a beret and a gun,
I haven't seen him lately, he's always on the run,
He looks so really trendy, in his shades and DM boots,
Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits,
Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits.