Now Dinny O'Rafferty's motor car is the greatest I declare
It's made up of bits and pieces that he's picked up here and there
The engine must be ages old, but it's still got lots of power
With a gallon of stout in the petrol tank it does ninety miles an hour
What a wonderful motor car, it's the greatest ever seen
It used to be black as me father's hat, now it's forty shades of green
On TV and the radio and in every public bar
The burning question of the day is O'Rafferty's motor car
Now two of the wheels are triangular and the third one's off a pram
The fourth is the last remaining wheel from off a Dublin tram
The number plate's in Gaelic and the plug's won't even spark
And the chassis came off a tinker's cart that collapsed in Phoenix Park
Now go for a ride in that motor car and you'll end up with the shakes
The road from Cork to Dublin is a vale of pains and aches
When traffic lights turn red ahead, then you'd best jump out the door
For the moment that Dinny treads on the break, then his foot goes through the floor
What a wonderful motor car, it's the greatest ever seen
It used to be black as me father's hat, now it's forty shades of green
On TV and the radio and in every public bar
The burning question of the day is O'Rafferty's motor car
Now if you could see the upholstery, then your eyes would start to pop
It's nothing but empty beer crates with a load of sacks on top
The windscreen's gone to Lord knows where and there's mothballs in the horn
And I reckon he'd only get half a quid if he took it to the pawn
Now Dinny was driving around last week when the engine did the splits
It went up in smoke and nearly blew O'Connell Street to bits
They searched around for Dinny and found that he'd landed up by heck
Away on top of the GPO with his L-plates round his neck
What a wonderful motor car, it's the greatest ever seen
It used to be black as me father's hat, now it's forty shades of green
On TV and the radio and in every public bar
The burning question of the day is O'Rafferty's motor car