I prayed for you when I climbed the reek Me feet in bits, no boots or laces I prayed for you at the shrine in Knock I prayed for you at the Galway races Chicer makes, but not to worry Always a word for the nuns and priests Here, shake the hand that shook the hand Of the holy woman from the east And I want a G from Pat Mc Gee Sound sham, sound as a bell Thunder, youÂ're wide yourself Sound Sham sound as a bell Thunder, youÂ're wide yourself All dressed up and comb the thatcher The gimp and grace of an honest thief You wheeze chice and leave it with me Packets sham that youÂ're corn beef Pipe the gomey on the laygeft hammer The dust in his juke is burning a hole Step right up sir, find the lady Nothing less than a score a go. And I want a G from Pat McGee Biros, biros, bingo, biros Lighters, lighters, four for a pound Recent photos of Saint Patrick Virgin burger and a garlic shroud Deck chairs, deck chairs, rakes of deck chairs. For when the pope mobile comes round WeÂ're on a beano! Tom sham, sound sham sound. Tom sham, sound sham sound I prayed for you... WhoÂ's his jills with the valentine slider Sling him a lush heÂ's a miller to go Plank the monkey, you can kiss my relic Button your clawber, your a holy show And I want a G from Pat McGee Sound Sham...