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
