Bohs wanted to buy a cheap poet
They offered a small glass of Moet
They said âwe canât pay, weâve no money todayâ
Any money we have, well we owe it
Bohs wanted to buy a cheap rapper
A thought that appeared on the crapper
They tried the hop hop but it was a great flop
So they ended up watching The Snapper
Bobs wanted to have a Bob Marley
Whoâd smoke weed over snorting some charlie
But the weed it was bad, and it made them all sad
And they all started acting bizarrely
Bohs wanted a resident writer
Whoâd write Ulysees on an all-nighter
But the man was no Joyce, and Bohs bounced the invoice
And the writing got shiter and shiter
Bohs wanted a Eurosong singer
They bought Logan instead of a winger
He sang Hold Me Now, instead of The Dow
Up from Limerick who wanted to Linger
Bohs wanted to write a new stanza
They had notions of Mario Lanza
But their verse was for birds and they ran out of words
So they spent the night smoking their ganja
Bohs wanted a music conductor
But instead got a driving instructor
He said âyour bus man canât drive, sure heâs seventy five
And the petrol heâs put in has fucked herâ
Bohs wanted a great ballroom dancer
But they ended up getting a chancer
He danced out of the bar, but he didnât get far
He fell over and was too drunk to answer