Have you got a penny, mister?
Have you got a dime?
Have you got the inclination?
Or have you got the time?
To listen to me story and a truth I mean to tell,
How the politicians mean and tense took on us all like hell
Well they say "The world took six days and six nights to complete
And the seventh was a resting day, and sure it was a feat."
Of incredible ingenuity, of resourcefulness and skill,
With the Lagan River flowing down beneath Belfast,
Aye, the peoplŠµ they came later and developed Belfast town,
Aye, and some were Orange, some were Green, and some were even Brown.
They were browned off with the serfdom that keeps us colourblind,
Till the colours fade to their big machine to crush and squeeze and grind,
Aye, they'll squeeze you for a penny and they'll crush you for a dime,
Aye, they'll build a movement ghetto to keep up with the times.
"The times they are a changing!" style a politician's rant,
And roaring lies and tales of the hypocritical lying celt.
Aye, well, have you got a penny, mister?
Have you got a dime?
Have you got the inclination?
Or have you got the time?
To quietly demolish the ghettos one-by-on,
The truth will come to light, me boys, just like the morning sun,
Aye, well, have you got a penny, mister?
Have you got a dime?.