The Black 47 - Long Lost Tapes of Hendrix lyrics

One evening while out strollin' a friend I chanced to see He was begging behind a bottle On Spring and Bowery He said, "I got some news for you Only cost a couple of bob About a buried treasure Back home in Ballydehob Well, I gave him all the bucks I had And he took me by the hand I know you love musicians I've got news to beat the band For back there in me native town In the Allied Irish Bank The long lost tapes of Hendrix Are hidden in the vault You can talk about your pyramids And your pints of Guinness stout But the long lost tapes of Hendrix Will leave them in the dirt So I stole me boss's credit card To the airport I did jog Very soon thereafter I arrived in Ballydehob When I hit the Allied Irish me Fatigue turned to desire I beheld two hundred pounds Of sweet Maggie McGuire She cast her eyes upon me "what are you doin' in me bank?" I'm here on a secret mission, doll Oh no, not another Yank I hate the very sight of yez Apart from your president That man can stimulate me Any way he wants What are you doin' later? Yera, I'm not up to much Would you care for a pint of Guinness? I never touch the stuff But one pint led to two or three Six to seven or eight Until I was shakin' hands with meself And that girl was feelin' no pain She was startin' to look beautiful Though there was three of her in sight Six hundred pounds of lovin' What do you have in mind? Oh, sweet Maggie Magurie There's one thing I'd adore To go down to the vault of your bank And do it on the floor No bother, a str That's easily arranged So we stole into the bank And down the creaky stairs Soon we were inside The vault and dentin' the very floor I could see the tapes of Hendrix And they hidden behind the door I never had such a night of love She knew every trick in the book Over, under, sideways By the mornin' I was shook When she finally keeled over I gently moved her weight With her snores wakin' the very dead I headed for the tapes Then all at once A big white flash took me by surprise An apparition in tie-dye Arose before me eyes A curly headed black man Exploded in the light T'was the ghost of Jimi Hendrix And him playin' the Uilleann pipes I woke up in the hospital A weddin' ring on me hand Two hundred pounds of Maggie McGuire Smilin' to beat the band Oh, you're so romantic No engagement did I need Just one mad night of blisterin' s** Brought me to my knees So now I live in Ballydehob Where the rain pours down all week I'm nearly faded away from tendin' To Maggie McGuire's needs The moral of this story is Don't ever find your dreams And keep away from Hendrix And his goddamn bloody tapes You can talk about your pyramids And your pints of Guinness stout But the long lost tapes of Hendrix Will leave them in the dirt