[C] it's drink you[F] want[C] and plenty [G]of feeding 
[F]And you like the[G] bed as[C] well    
[C]Grab the [F]wife, thr[C]ow the kids in the[G] Datsun
[F]Make for Inch and the[G] Strand ho[C]tel
If[C] talk of turf [F]drives [C]you crazy
And you can't [F]face a [G]bale of hay      
[C]Make for [F]Foley's [C]work the [G]top[F]shelf talk [G]puck, pints and[C] the GAA
        [bad word] [C]Casey, Cas[F]ey you're [C]the divil
When you get[F] behind the[G] wheel
It [C]was a [F]sad day [C]for the [G]Kerry [F]sheepdogs
When[C] your Fireston[G]es they [F]did [C]feel
Oh the low road goes from Killorglin all the way down to Annascaul
When Casey came to guide us he never used his brakes at all
trail of sheepdogs littered Kerry from Killorglin to Macroom
He might have been all soul's salvation but he also was the sheep dog's doom
     
From the holy dioceses of Galway Eamonn went to London town
Where the traffic cops out on their duty they overtook and flagged him down
As he was tearing after luncheon around the city like a loon
Regardless to his rank and station they forced him to blow up their auld balloon
      
Geographically he was in limbo faced with justice [bad word] and [bad word] No obligations were accepted he was rightly up the flue
No bolt of lightning from the heaven could remove the boys in blue
Well he wished the force that had worked at Cana would turn his wine into water too
       
       
When Ronnie Reagan came to Ireland all the [bad word] made a great furore
But Eamonn remembered bishop Romero said he'd even up the score
Casey Casey said "God willin' I'll meet Reagan on the road
Niall O'Brien will hear his confessions when I've taught him the Green Cross Code"
       
Casey Casey you're the right man to teach them Yankees right from wrong
If it wasn't for yourself and Reagan there wouldn't be much to Martin Egan's song