Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers - Swearing Song lyrics

Intro: (RAY) Now speaking of language Your father certainly had a language in his day didn't he? (KEVIN) My sonny b'y Raymond my son, My father… You take up there in those balconies hey? (RAY) Ya (KEVIN) My son My father could let go a line and It would hit the wall up there and then he'd let another one go and then when that one was coming back The two would collide and would be there and start to scorch and burn! My son! Couldn't that man swear? My sonny b'y, nothing…Nothing could compare with Father! (RAY) So in other words he was a powerful beast? (KEVIN) Oh my son! A powerful man to swear You knows father. Got a song here You just play that fiddle there for a second… Swearing Song Chris Lorne Elliott, Kevin Blackmore, 1981 Father fished six days a week He went to church on Sunday He confessed his sins and then he'd begin to sin again on Monday But don't get me wrong He never sinned indeed no worse but sin in word But you should have heard The way that man could curse He went: Lord liftin', leaping lyin', dear ravin' and dancing dyin', sufferin' thunderin, workin' wonderin', robbin' gobbin' hairy, hells fire, firey flamin', screechin' screamin', namin' blamin', son of a no good, merciful-mudder, of jumpin Joseph Murphy! One day Father fished his last It happened this a-way He snagged his finger on a hook and the boat began to sway Oh he fell into the water But he never should have drowned But he couldn't keep his mouth shut The third time he went down He went: Lord liftin', leaping lyin', dear ravin' and dancing dyin', sufferin' thunderin, workin' wonderin', robbin' gobbin' hairy, hells fire, firey flamin', screechin' screamin', namin' blamin', son of a no good, merciful-mudder, of jumpin Joseph Murphy! One day Father fished his last It happened this a-way He snagged his finger on a hook and the boat began to sway Oh he fell into the water But he never should have drowned But he couldn't keep his mouth shut The third time he went down Some say he's down below But I don't believe that's true I dare allow he's in heaven above Turning the air bright blue For I remember Father The happiest time he ever was Cursing till he was blue in the face He had time for nothing else He went: Lord liftin', leaping lyin', dear ravin' and dancing dyin', sufferin' thunderin, workin' wonderin', robbin' gobbin' hairy, hells fire, firey flamin', screechin' screamin', namin' blamin', son of a no good, merciful-mudder, of jumpin Joseph Murphy! One day Father fished his last It happened this a-way He snagged his finger on a hook and the boat began to sway Oh he fell into the water But he never should have drowned But he couldn't keep his mouth shut The third time he went down