Rice’s Army – Marty Mone Lyrics Letra:
From the Barrowlands to the Gold Coast Sands
To Kinsale in County Cork
From the Derryvale to the City Sligo Hotel
To the Phoenix Centre in Dublin North
Well we’ve been around and gig in many’s a town
In the border counties of Tipp and Armagh
But you never would believe what we did see
When we went to Rice’s Bar
Hey
We’re all part of Rice’s Army
We’re all off to Ballybay
And we’re gonna get stoned
And we’re not going home
We’re gonna fight for freedom here to stay
Oh we’re gonna fight for freedom here to stay
Oh we wake up on a Monday morning
Don’t know who’s house we’re in
But we jump into the car
And we head to Rice’s Bar
We start drinking all over again
Hey
We like to drink a little vodka
And shots and whiskey off the top shelf
And we drink a little rum and some poitín from a jug
And on the tables we dance
We’re all part of Rice’s Army
We’re all off to Ballybay
And we’re gonna get stoned
And we’re not going home
We’re gonna fight for freedom here to stay
Oh we’re gonna fight for freedom here to stay
If there was a drinking competition
We would win it without fail
Coz we’d reload our glasses
And we’d kick their bloody asses
And we’d drink to we didnt know our name
Hey
In this pub we don’t need a band now
Coz in this pub we are all stars
So feel free to come along and help us sing a song
And if you can bring your guitar
Hey
We’re all part of Rice’s Army
We’re all off to Ballybay
And we’re gonna get stoned
And we’re not going home
We’re gonna fight for freedom here to stay
Oh we’re gonna fight for freedom here to stay
Everybody’s talking about the recession
And how this world it is going to end
But we will never fall
We’re gonna fight it all
With our weapons of empty bottles and beer kegs
Hey
We’re all part of Rice’s Army
We’re all off to Ballybay
And we’re gonna get stoned
And we’re not going home
We’re gonna fight for freedom here to stay
Oh we’re gonna fight for freedom here to stay
Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole
Ole, Ole
Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole
Ole, Ole
Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole
Ole, Ole
Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole
Ole, Ole
In our dreams to be
Many places we want to see
From the Great Wall to Dundalk
From Jamaica to New York
But until then, our money we will spend
Fighting off our troubles
With the army of Ciaran Rice’s Bar
Marty Mone – Rice’s Army
