My Old Man's a Provo - The Irish Brigade

Well Charlie’s nan’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 with his shades and DM boots

Far cooler than those other dads in ties and shirts and suits

The Brits and police all ask me each time that I go out

They ask me if I’ve seen me dad and if he’s been about

I say mind your own business, just leave me alone

You shower are only jealous you’ve no fathers of your own

On RTE last Friday night a chap came on to say

Please give us information about the I.R.A

He showed a provo unit as cruel as he could be

I know one was me daddy cause he stopped and waved at me

Me da has got me worried I think he’s going soft

There’s half a ton of fertilizer stored up in the loft

Are you gonna be a farmer da' I ask him just for fun

He said don’t be an idiot pass the coffee grinder son

At Christmas time its lonely, me da' is not at home

The police are watching everywhere, they’ve even tapped the phone

Last Christmas Eve they staked out all our windows and our doors

Then climbing down our chimney came a Provo Santa Claus

Me da' is up in Long Kush To me it’s just not right

I say a special prayer for him when I go to bed at night

Today it was his birthday I sent him in a cake

With Semtex in the candles he’ll be out before I wake