Bodhrans On the Brain
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I met her at a session
She was looking for lessons
In how to make a bodhran
A tone and a skin of goat
And take it back to my place
Where after a couple of pints, oh oh
I taught her everything I know
About bodhrans
That didn't take very long
We hammered away relentlessly until the dawn
She moved in the following Sunday
I couldn't get up on Monday
Wrist action, stupefaction
Bodhrans on the brain
But now she lives in Spiddal
Oh hey diddle diddle
With an alcoholic bodhran maker
Teaching her everything he knows
Ah, it's all in the wrist action
Grab a hold of it and feel the traction
She left me here distracted and insane
With all them bodhrans on the brain
Worn out and tired
Exhausted by desire
That bodhran was killing me
I was fading away to smoke
She rose early in the morning
And without a word of warning
She'd be banging like a maniac
It was getting beyond a joke
No time for a pint now
Or even an auld sing-song
Ah no, it was action all day and all night long
We were even doing it in the shower
She'd roar "more power dear Alvo"
Oh, now I've got them bodhrans on the brain
But now she lives in Spiddal
Oh hey diddle diddle
With an alcoholic bodhran maker
Teaching her everything he knows
Ah, it's all in the wrist action
Grab a hold of it and feel the traction
She left me here distracted and insane
With all them bodhrans on the brain
What was I to do
Fade away to nothing
I had to walk out on her
And she went off to Dublin
Yeah, looking for instruction
In the art of stretching goatskin
And drinking pints of porter
With an outlaw thirty years older
He must treat her fantastic
Oh yeah?
Cause on windy nights
I can hear them pounding
All the way across the broad Atlantic
Listen to them
Ah Paddy, you know what?
You're one powerful man
Ah mind your bike, girl
But now she lives in Spiddal
Oh hey diddle diddle
With an alcoholic bodhran maker
Teaching her everything he knows
Ah, it's all in the wrist action
Grab a hold of it and feel the traction
She left me here distracted and insane
With all them bodhrans
Now she lives in Spiddal
Oh hey diddle diddle
With an alcoholic bodhran maker
Teaching her everything he knows
Ah, it's all in the wrist action
Grab a hold of it and feel the traction
She left me here distracted and insane
With all them bodhrans on the brain
Get up the yard, girl
Oh, stretch them goatskins
Ah Paddy, you're ten times the man of
That skinny little fella back in New York