Someone knocked this morning, they wanted to come in
They rang and rang the doorbell, I thought and scratched my chin
I hope it's not the Garda they have no time for us
Except when they had something they wanted to discuss
Well I peeped out through the curtains and saw that I was right
It was a black Mariah and they were sittin' tight
My brothers sleeping upstairs, they didn't seem to hear
Them banging down the front door, I thought that rather queer
It's a bad time Garda, the house' an awful sight
It's a bad time Garda, come back tomorrow night
It's a bad time Garda, the kitchen is a sin
You picked a bad time Garda, we'll get some biscuits in
Someone's running round upstairs, reluctant to descend
Ma and Da are shouting 'You've brought them back again'
At least its not the special branch, the Peelers of today
Flash their guns
And take your sons
And you would have no say
Well my brother's there
In his underwear
It's cold as it can be
He's hanging out the window
I'd rather him than me
It's a bad time Garda, the house' an awful sight
It's a bad time Garda, come back tomorrow night
It's a bad time Garda, the kitchen is a sin
You picked a bad time Garda, we'll get some biscuits in
We'll get some biscuits in, we'll get some bickys in
For you, for you, for you.
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