The Mero Written by Pete St. John [Verse 1] Somebody under the bed Whoever can it be? I feel so very nervous I call for Joanee Joanee lights the candle But there's nobody there Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai And out goes she Skipping rope still turning Children at their play In and out of Clarendon Street In and out to pray I haven't prayed for twenty years Or sung a happy song Since praying went with innocence And the devil played along [Chorus] And we all went up to the Mero Hey there! Who's your man? It's only Johnny 'Forty Coats' Sure he's a desperate man 'Bang, bang' shoots the buses With his golden key Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai And out goes she [Verse 2] Me father was a stater And me mother loved a tan She loved her Hafner's sausages And her soldier fancy man Noel's up in Jacob's And Mary's on the town And I joined the transport union When they said my nose was brown [Chorus] And we all went up to the Mero Hey there! Who's your man It's Alfie Byrne out walking Sure he's a decent man 'Bang, bang' shoots the buses With his golden key Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai And out goes she [Verse 3] I've a tanner for the Mero And me confo money's hid If Mary's in the family way She can blame the Cisco kid I'll be langers in the morning Me longers need a patch Ah, Jesus! There's Con Martin I hope he's won the match Me uncle had a wolfhound That never had to pee But Hairy Lemon snatched it Down on Eden quay Now I have me primo And me scapulars are blue For helping the black babies And Dolly Fossett too [Chorus] And we all went up to the Mero Hey there! Who's your man? It's Brendan Behan out walking Sure he's a ginger man 'Bang, bang' shoots the buses With his golden key Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai And out goes she [Verse 4] It's true that Dublin's changing Since the pillar was blown down By the winds of violence That are buggering up the town We used to solve a difference With a digging match and a jar But now they're all playing bang-bang That's going too bleeding far [Chorus] And we all go up to the Mero Hey there! Who's your man? It's only me guardian angel Get a large one for your man There's no use bleedin' rushing For now is the holy hour A plenary indulgence And another baby Power