The Trip To Tipp

We've all come down to Thurles

armed with tent-poles and guitars

to have the craic and ceili

underneath the summer stars

We're up from Cork and Kerry

and we're down from Donegal

from every end of Ireland

for the Feile one and all

From every end of Ireland

we're here to let it rip

to go kissin', drinkin', smokin', dancin',

trippin' down in Tipp

There's Paddies, Eileens, Bridies, Fergals,

Dympnas, Seans and Tims

O'Kelly's, Cooneys, Mooneys, Murphys,

Morans and McGinns

And if you close your eyes and listen

you can hear the legends sing ;

the ghosts of Nicky Rackard,

Jimmy Doyle and Christy Ring

From every end of Ireland

we're here to let it rip

to go kissin', drinkin', smokin', dancin',

trippin' down in Tipp

We'll cheer yer man Costello

'cause he's such a dacent bloke

and we'll laugh with ould Van morrison

when he tells us all a joke

We'll waltz with Nanci Griffiths

and we'll pogo with The Pogues

We'll freak-out with The Wonderstuff

and then we'll all take off our clothes

From every end of Ireland

we're here to let it rip

to go kissin', drinkin', smokin', dancin',

trippin' down in Tipp

When all the music's over

and all the bands have gone

and silence comes a-creepin'

in the Tipperary dawn

I'll make a solemn promise

and I'll whisper it to you

I'll meet you at The Trip To Tipp

in nineteen ninety two !

From every end of Ireland

we're here to let it rip

to go kissin', drinkin', smokin', dancin',

trippin' down in Tipp