Bad Time Garda - Damien Dempsey

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