Imagine there’s no Starbucks
Fast food is evil nahee
No KFC or Burger King
No Big Macs with extra fries
Imagine everybody, living on Special Brew
Oo-oo-oo-oo!
Imagine there’s no Ireland
If only you could see
No more Lyric FM tee bother us,
Just the good oul’ BBC!
Imagine everybody, bein’ a British lad like me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!
Imagine there’s no England
No Cameron or Miliband
No Brit-oppressive Monarch
Or Prod boys laughing at Bobby Sands
Imagine there’s one Ireland, just for me and you (but not him!)
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!
You may say I’m narrow-minded
But I’m not the only one
Humanitarian rights is for all us here Ulster lads
And all us here Ireland lads too!
May Enda one day make us One!
…
Now houl’ on, you lads are spoilin’ the lyrics!
Well it was you boys started that there, so it was!
(And so the sage continues)…