Lyrics
Appears on:
Gross Out
Marc Riley - Vocals
Craig Scanlon - Lead Guitar
Paul Hanley - Drums
Steve Hanley - Narration
The first time I encountered Harry O' Dowd
His suit didn't fit him, his fashion was loud
I noticed both trouser legs were full, they were wide
It seemed there were more than two legs inside
In the temple Inn I sat and stared at the gloved hand of Harry O'Dowd
Where the black leather finished, flesh didn't start
Instead I saw a black hairless arm marked
I'd heard the story, the lie sounded so big
Of the local man, well, half man, half earwig,
Whose wife had a chest, not soft feminine
But with black shiny armour which stretched to her chin
The tale was a favourite at last orders at Temple
Told by them all, the angry, the gentle
Dismissed in an instant, the tale it was good
But not taken as true with all this ale in my blood
Til one day in garden over fence I was asked
Into O'Dowd's house for a nip of his flask
My first impression of house was okay
Til I noted there was no sign of carpet, the floor was peat coated
Into the floor was a tunnel, a hole which sank into the earth where his wife sat alone
O'Dowd introduced himself, well-mannered, sincere
He shook my hand as I took his pincer
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