THE GIGOLO OF MAGHERLIN
By John McMenamin
Barney, was a gigolo
And lived in Magherlin
He had a wee moustache, on his upper lip
It was small and black and thin.
His hair, was black and shiny
His teeth, were pearly white
The result, of Brylcream every morning
And baking soda, every night.
His shoes, were patent leather
His tie was made of suede
He had a gold ring, on his finger
With a stone of blackest jade.
His suit was made in Italy
His shirt, was made in France
His belt, used to be a rattle-snake
Now it held up Barney’s pants.
He wore his trousers, very tight
And smoked a king-sized fag
And his hips, would sway and wiggle
Like two ferrets, in a bag.
He’s whistle at he little girls
He was a real cool guy
And when he passed the Chemist shop
He’d wink, with his sly eye.
Yes Barney, was a playboy
A man about the town
He spent hours in the tanning booth
To keep him golden brown.
Barney, was a rebel
He was mean and lean and thin
And he was the only gigolo
In the town of, Magherlin.
Barney, was a love machine
With a mean and moody stare
And every time he passed a shop
He’d stop and comb his hair.
You could see him every Sunday
As he swaggered down the street
He’d wink and say, “Hey Honey
You sure are looking sweet”.
The girls, would blush and giggle
Then look back with a grin
Barney, was the only gigolo
In the town of, Magheralin.
He’d swagger up and down the street
All dressed up for the kill
He’d say, “Honey, my names—trouble
And I was born to-thrill”.
He walked into the chip shop
Looking moody, like James Dean
Instead of chips, he asked for, fries
And his hankie was wild clean.
He’d sidle up to some wee girl
With a smirk, upon his face
And say, “Honey, you want lovin’
Let’s go back babe-to my place”.
He’d say, “Babe, if you want lovin’
Well honey, I’m your man
Then he’d curl his lip-like Elvis
Barney, was his biggest fan.
Yes, Barney was a gigolo
A lover of renown
The people came from far and near
To watch his strut round town.
He’d say, “Hey, my name is Barney
The greatest lover in this town
Girls, you looking for, some sugar?
I got enough to go around”.
But, the gigolo, went home alone
And climbed into the sack
Cause poor Barney was an ugly brute
With a bump upon his back.
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