The Pothole Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords
Recorded by Richie Kavanagh [ lyrics ] and by Seamus Moore. The song is all about the condition of the roads of rural Ireland with some potholes big enough to take a Fiat Punto, no messing lads I have seen them meself.
[G]Well they call us holy Ireland great big [G]potholes every[G]where
If [D]your going out a driving make[C] sure and [D]bring the [G]spare
Ah me little back suspension goes [C]bobbing up and [G]down
[D]Even though I pay me road tax the[C] treat me like a [G]clown
There’s big ones there’s little ones there’s some a duck could swim
And if you hit a bad one you’ll soon be on the rim
You can go and get your puncher fixed there’s no-one from to claim
You can ask your county counselor but he wont take the blame
[Repeat Chorus]
They send out a great big lorry with three fellows in the back
A little barrel a tar and a few chipping in a sack
There hunting for the potholes but they don’t get very far
After filling twenty holes they get run out of tar
[Repeat Chorus]
So they head back for the depot but their told to go away
The ganger man says one barrel supposed to last all day
Now I don’t blame the council men their back is to the wall
I blame them fancy fellows sitting down there in the Dail
[Repeat chorus]
Now when there’s an election they’ll come knocking at your door
Says you I remember you you were here before
You said yad fill the potholes you treat me like a goat
If you fill up the potholes then I’ll give you me vote
[G]Well they call us holy Ireland great big [G]potholes every[G]where
If [D]your going out a driving make[C] sure and [D]bring the [G]spare
Ah me little back suspension goes [C]bobbing up and [G]down
[D]Even though I pay me road tax the[C] treat me like a [G]clown
There’s big ones there’s little ones there’s some a duck could swim
And if you hit a bad one you’ll soon be on the rim
You can go and get your puncher fixed there’s no-one from to claim
You can ask your county counselor but he wont take the blame
[Repeat Chorus]
They send out a great big lorry with three fellows in the back
A little barrel a tar and a few chipping in a sack
There hunting for the potholes but they don’t get very far
After filling twenty holes they get run out of tar
[Repeat Chorus]
So they head back for the depot but their told to go away
The ganger man says one barrel supposed to last all day
Now I don’t blame the council men their back is to the wall
I blame them fancy fellows sitting down there in the Dail
[Repeat chorus]
Now when there’s an election they’ll come knocking at your door
Says you I remember you you were here before
You said yad fill the potholes you treat me like a goat
If you fill up the potholes then I’ll give you me vote
