Irish Stew Songtext
von The Wiggles
Irish Stew Songtext
One fine day after working hard
I was walking home from my da′s farmyard
With a rumble in me belly, skipping one, two, three
Wondering what my ma had awaiting me
I asked me ma, 'What′s in that pot?'
Ah son (she said)
There's an awful lot
It′s a recipient your grandma gave to me
As we danced to the song of the one, two, three
′Tis Irish stew, oh, Irish stew
Just boil it in the pot and it's good for you
It′s filled with everything you need
As she danced to the song of the one, two, three
Oh, Irish stew, oh, Irish stew
Just boil it in the pot and it's good for you
Not a devil of a bit that you cannot do
When you′ve got a bellyful of Irish stew
The very next day that I awoke
I'd a skip in me step and a song in me throat
I said to me ma, ′How can this be?'
I'll tell you, son, with a one, two, three
It′s a-boiling in the pot when you mix it up a lot
That gives you the strength that you have not got
Puts the goodness in your body and the dance in you shoe
And gives you all the strength for a boy like you
Zippity-bop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-ba-ba
Zippity-bop-a-dop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-dop-da
Zippity-bop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-ba-ba
Zippity-bop-a-dop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-dop-da
Zippity-bop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-ba-ba
Zippity-bop-a-dop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-da-da
Zippity-bop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-ba-ba
Zippity-bop-a-dop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-dop-da
Have it for your lunch and have it for your tea
You′ll skip down the road singing, diddly-dee
With a tra-la-la, skipping one, two, three
It'll keep you strong as a boy should be
Now I thank me ma in every way
For making me the man that I am today
She fed me with that magic brew
The bubbling of the pot of the Irish stew
′Tis, Irish stew, oh, Irish stew
Just boil it in the pot and it's good for you
It′s filled with everything you need
As she danced to the song of the one, two, three
With a tra-la-la, skipping one, two, three
It'll keep you strong as a boy should be
Now I thank me ma in every way
For making me the man that I am today
She fed me with that magic brew
The bubbling of the pot of the Irish stew
Oh, Irish stew, oh, Irish stew
Just boil it in the pot and it′s good for you
Not a devil of a bit that you cannot do
When you got a bellyful of Irish stew
I was walking home from my da′s farmyard
With a rumble in me belly, skipping one, two, three
Wondering what my ma had awaiting me
I asked me ma, 'What′s in that pot?'
Ah son (she said)
There's an awful lot
It′s a recipient your grandma gave to me
As we danced to the song of the one, two, three
′Tis Irish stew, oh, Irish stew
Just boil it in the pot and it's good for you
It′s filled with everything you need
As she danced to the song of the one, two, three
Oh, Irish stew, oh, Irish stew
Just boil it in the pot and it's good for you
Not a devil of a bit that you cannot do
When you′ve got a bellyful of Irish stew
The very next day that I awoke
I'd a skip in me step and a song in me throat
I said to me ma, ′How can this be?'
I'll tell you, son, with a one, two, three
It′s a-boiling in the pot when you mix it up a lot
That gives you the strength that you have not got
Puts the goodness in your body and the dance in you shoe
And gives you all the strength for a boy like you
Zippity-bop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-ba-ba
Zippity-bop-a-dop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-dop-da
Zippity-bop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-ba-ba
Zippity-bop-a-dop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-dop-da
Zippity-bop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-ba-ba
Zippity-bop-a-dop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-da-da
Zippity-bop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-ba-ba
Zippity-bop-a-dop-a-dop, a-dop-a-dop-dop-da
Have it for your lunch and have it for your tea
You′ll skip down the road singing, diddly-dee
With a tra-la-la, skipping one, two, three
It'll keep you strong as a boy should be
Now I thank me ma in every way
For making me the man that I am today
She fed me with that magic brew
The bubbling of the pot of the Irish stew
′Tis, Irish stew, oh, Irish stew
Just boil it in the pot and it's good for you
It′s filled with everything you need
As she danced to the song of the one, two, three
With a tra-la-la, skipping one, two, three
It'll keep you strong as a boy should be
Now I thank me ma in every way
For making me the man that I am today
She fed me with that magic brew
The bubbling of the pot of the Irish stew
Oh, Irish stew, oh, Irish stew
Just boil it in the pot and it′s good for you
Not a devil of a bit that you cannot do
When you got a bellyful of Irish stew
Writer(s): Tom Mcglynn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com