Red Mohair Jumper
I woke up this morning feeling quite sickly
I felt better soon in fact felt better quickly
put on my red jumper and it's mohair and tickly y'know.
Cut myself shaving while mam made my sandwich.
I bled and said shit, she sais Niall mind your language.
Please hold my throat closed while i go find a bandage said I.
Opened the door and stepped into the morning.
Sunlight hit me straight in the eyes without warning.
Looked to the east where a new sun was born in the sky.
Sap happy scents that rise up to our noses.
Those damn blasted rabbits got at my poor roses.
I hope the little bastards catch miximatosis and die.
You said what a horrible thing to say.
Who the hell asked you anyway.
I'm wearing my red mohair jumper today.
You hold the trump card, you took the big bite.
you hold the baby and I'll take the next flight.
I'm wearing my red mohair jumper today.
p&c Niall Quinn 1991
