[Verse]
There is a man up in Ulster, you all know him well,
For Catholics and Republicans, he'd see us in hell,
For his name's Ian Paisley and that is the man,
That the Catholics and Republicans just couldn't give a damn!

[Chorus]
Toor a loo, toor a lay!
You're the best friend we've had since the old IRA!

[Verse]
Well, now Ian went home, at his wife he did stare,
For to see Austin Currie, and Gerry met there,
Sure, Ian, the creeper, his head went astray,
When his wife said, "I've had Curriе, I can't beef it all day."

[Chorus]
Toor a loo, toor a lay!
You're thе best friend we've had since the old IRA!

[Verse]
Well, now Ian went home very late one night,
And the sight he saw there, it give him a fright!
He looked under his wife's bedclothes, for he was so bold,
And the knickers she wore, they were green, white, and gold!

[Chorus]
Toor a loo, toor a lay!
You're the best friend we've had since the old IRA!

[Verse]
"Ack now Ian, now Ian, now don't be alarmed,
For it's only a tricolor, it'll do me no harm."
If only he wanted a wee bit with you,
Sure you wouldn't take them down if they were red, white, and blue.

[Chorus]
Toor a loo, toor a lay!
You're the best friend we've had since the old IRA!

[Verse]
Well, Ian, he died, and to heaven did go,
"Ah, where have you come from?" St. Peter wanted to know,
"Sure, I'm from loyal Ulster!" he said with a sneer,
Said Peter, "I'm from the Bogside, you won't get in here!"

[Chorus]
Toor a loo, toor a lay!
You're the best friend we've had since the old IRA!

[Chorus]
Toor a loo, toor a lay!
You're the best friend we've had since the old IRA!.