Saw Doctors Trip To Tipp
We're all come down to Thurles
Armed with tent-poles and guitars
To have the crack and céilí
'Neath the sparkling summer stars
We're up from Cork and Kerry
And we're down from Donegal
From every end of Ireland
At the Féile one and all
From every end of Ireland
We're hear to let it rip
To go kissin, drinkin, smoking, dancin
Trippin down in Tipp
There's Paddys, Eileens, Bridies, Fergals
Dympnas, Seans and Tims
O'Kelleys, 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
We'll cheer yer man Costello
Cos he's such a dacent bloke
And we'll laugh with auld Van Morrison
When he tells us all a joke
We'll waltz with Nanci Griffith
And we'll pogo with the Pogues
We'll freak-out with the Wonderstuff
Then we'll all take off our clothes
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 see you at the Trip to Tipp
In nineteen-ninety-two
From every end of Ireland
We're here to let it rip
To go kissing, drinkin, smokin, dancin
Pukin, pissin, atin, sleepin,
Shaggin, slaggin, fartin, fallin, feekin
And go trippin down to Tipp
