The Transit Van Lyrics And Chords by Seamus Moore
Written by and recorded by Sean Mone and by Seamus Moore
Lyrics and chords fit the YouTube version by Seamus Moore (use capo on 2nd fret) Guitar work by Marc Fahrbach, another comical song from Seamus about the life and times of the man with the transit van. This song was also recorded by Irish country singer Farmer Dan.
Lyrics and chords fit the YouTube version by Seamus Moore (use capo on 2nd fret) Guitar work by Marc Fahrbach, another comical song from Seamus about the life and times of the man with the transit van. This song was also recorded by Irish country singer Farmer Dan.
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(G)Margaret Thatcher talkin (C)on T(G)V,
looks so sincere as she (D)says to (G)me, -G There'd (G)be no unem(C)ployment (G)if, you all used a bit of i(D)nitia(G)tive -G I was (Em)on the dole I was (C)broken bored Says (G)I, I'd take her (C)at her (G)word Got a (Em)loan from the credit (C)union man, -C And (G)bought meself a (D)transit (G)van. Me (G)next step up the (C)ladder (G)now, I bought meself an (D)auld fat (G)sow, -G (G)Cross the border quite (C)legal(G)ly?, Collected a common market (D)subsi(G)dy, -G Signed (Em)all the forms, handed (C)back the pen. (G)Smuggled the sow back (C)home a(G)gain, Ten (Em)times a day I (C)worked this plan, -C Me(G)self, and the sow, and the (D)transit (G)van, (G)Travel sickness the (C)sow picked (G)up, Says I, it's time to di(D)versi(G)fy, -G Took (G)all me money from the (C)biscuit (G)tin, Filled the van to the roof with (D)whiskey and (G)gin, -G A(Em)round the South me (C)wares I'd sell, In (G)public houses (C)and ho(G)tels, There was(Em)never a guard nor a (C)customs man, -C Put his (G)nose inside the (D)transit (G)van, At (G)festivals and (C)fleadhs and (G)fairs, If the craic was good you'd (D)find me (G)there, -G At (G)all big matches (C)in Croke (G)Park, And I danced with Springstein (D)in the (G)dark, -G I (Em)fought with the tinkers in (C)Ballinasloe, I (G)danced on streets a(C)round Lis(G)towell, (Em)Mothers had their (C)daughters warned, -C Stay (G)well away from the (D)transit (G)van, It (G)being Lent and the (C)drink trade (G)slow I took to carrying (D)vide(G)o -G While (G)on the road to (C)Bally(G)bay Found a customs roadblock (D)in me (G)way -G To (Em)face the border I (C)got her turned, The (G)engine roared and the (C)tires (G)burned, (Em)Five patrol cars (C)fully-manned,-C Were in (G)hot pursuit of the (D)transit (G)van (G)Through Clontbrit (C)I did (G)go, I was heading for the (D)county Ma(G)yo, -G (G)Round the corner I (C)hit a (G)dog, Went over the ditch landed (D)in the (G)bog, -G I (Em)sat on a bank watched (C)all I owned, Sinkin (G)in a bog hole (C)like a (G)stone, She was (Em)lying on the roof with the (C)wheels still turning, -C And the (G)stereo playing (D)Daniel O'(G)Donnell. (G)Now I'm back where I (C)first be(G)gan, No job, no money, but (D)I've a (G)plan, -G There's a (G)girl down in (C)Mullin(G)gar, She can hold me future (D)in her (G)hand, -G She doesn't look like a film star but she's been telling me about her dad. He has no property or land but he has two sows and a transit van. The Queen of England drives a RollsRoyce car, her son Charly has a Ja-gu-ar. But when the Pope came to I-re-land - like meself - he drove around in a transit van! |
Song lyrics
Margaret Thatcher talkin on TV, looks so sincere as she says to me, There'd be no unemployment if, you all used a bit of initiative I was on the dole I was broken bored Says I, I'd take her at her word Got a loan from the credit union man, And bought meself a transit van. Me next step up the ladder now, I bought meself an auld fat sow, Cross the border quite legally?, Collected a common market subsidy, Signed all the forms, handed back the pen. Smuggled the sow back home again, Ten times a day I worked this plan, Meself, and the sow, and the transit van, Travel sickness the sow picked up, Says I, it's time to diversify, Took all me money from the biscuit tin, Filled the van to the roof with whiskey and gin, Around the South me wares I'd sell, In public houses and hotels, There was never a guard nor a customs man, Put his nose inside the transit van, At festivals and fleadhs and fairs, If the craic was good you'd find me there, At all big matches in Croke Park, And I danced with Springstein in the dark, I fought with the tinkers in Ballinasloe, I danced on streets around Listowell, Mothers had their daughters warned, Stay well away from the transit van, It being Lent and the drink trade slow I took to carrying video While on the road to Ballybay Found a customs roadblock in me way To face the border I got her turned, The engine roared and the tires burned, Five patrol cars fully-manned, Were in hot pursuit of the transit van Through Clontbrit I did go, I was heading for the county Mayo, Round the corner I hit a dog, Went over the ditch landed in the bog, I sat on a bank watched all I owned, Sinkin in a bog hole like a stone, She was lying on the roof with the wheels still turning, And the stereo playing Daniel O'Donnell. Now I'm back where I first began, No job, no money, but I've a plan, There's a girl down in Mullingar, She can hold me future in her hand, She doesn't look like a film star but she's been telling me about her dad. He has no property or land but he has two sows and a transit van. The Queen of England drives a RollsRoyce car, her son Charly has a Ja-gu-ar. But when the Pope came to I-re-land - like meself - he drove around in a transit van! 
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Seamus Moore The Transit Van Song
