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Shaun Rimmer
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....songs I ever heard an Irishman sing ',;~}
Sick Note, The
(Pat Cooksey)
Dear Sir, I write this note to you to tell you of me plight And at the time of writing I am not a
pretty sight Me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray And I write this note to say why
Paddy's not at work today
While working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear Now to throw them down from such a
height it was not a good idea The foreman wasn't very pleased, he bein' an awkward sod He said I'd
have to cart them down the ladders in me hod
Now clearing all these bricks by hand it was so very slow So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the
rope below But in me haste to do the job I was too blind to see That a barrel full of building
bricks was heavier than me
So when I untied the rope the barrel fell like lead And clinging tightly to the rope I started up
instead Well, I shot up like a rocket 'til to my dismay I found That halfway up I met the bloody
barrel coming down
Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped And when I reached the top I banged the
pulley with me head While I clung on tight all numb with shock from this almighty blow And the
barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below
Now, when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor I then outweighed the barrel and so
started down once more Still clinging tightly to the rope I sped towards the ground And I landed on
the broken bricks that were all scattered round
Well, I laid there groaning on the ground I thought I'd passed the worst When the barrel hit the
pulley wheel and then the bottom burst Well, a shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a
hope As I lay there moaning on the ground, I let go the bloody rope
The barrel then being heavier it started down once more And landed right across me as I lay upon the
floor Well it broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say That I hope you'll understand why
Paddy's not at work today
Sick Note, The
(Pat Cooksey)
Dear Sir, I write this note to you to tell you of me plight And at the time of writing I am not a
pretty sight Me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray And I write this note to say why
Paddy's not at work today
While working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear Now to throw them down from such a
height it was not a good idea The foreman wasn't very pleased, he bein' an awkward sod He said I'd
have to cart them down the ladders in me hod
Now clearing all these bricks by hand it was so very slow So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the
rope below But in me haste to do the job I was too blind to see That a barrel full of building
bricks was heavier than me
So when I untied the rope the barrel fell like lead And clinging tightly to the rope I started up
instead Well, I shot up like a rocket 'til to my dismay I found That halfway up I met the bloody
barrel coming down
Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped And when I reached the top I banged the
pulley with me head While I clung on tight all numb with shock from this almighty blow And the
barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below
Now, when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor I then outweighed the barrel and so
started down once more Still clinging tightly to the rope I sped towards the ground And I landed on
the broken bricks that were all scattered round
Well, I laid there groaning on the ground I thought I'd passed the worst When the barrel hit the
pulley wheel and then the bottom burst Well, a shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a
hope As I lay there moaning on the ground, I let go the bloody rope
The barrel then being heavier it started down once more And landed right across me as I lay upon the
floor Well it broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say That I hope you'll understand why
Paddy's not at work today