Bohs wanted to buy a cheap poet
They offered a small glass of Moet
They said “we can’t pay, we’ve no money today”
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
Who’d 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
Who’d 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 “your bus man can’t drive, sure he’s seventy five
And the petrol he’s put in has fucked her”
Bohs wanted a great ballroom dancer
But they ended up getting a chancer
He danced out of the bar, but he didn’t get far
He fell over and was too drunk to answer
I heard he’s close to signing on for another year in Tallaght as a make-good after all the action he missed over the medical team dropping the ball. I dunno if he has the legs left to be chasing after endless long ball under the Caulfield style either.
A fantastic player at his peak but he’d be taking up a serious wedge of cash if we wanted him at Terryland. I could see Ollie Horgan signing some Yank as a striker instead.
He’d be as well to cash in another year up in Dublin and call it a day then imo. Is he still doing the same trek up and down to the new gaff in Galway?