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In the town of Milton, one Brian Flannigan |
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Battered away 'till his money was spent |
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Then he hit a big one and felt like a man again |
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Bought a three decker with two floors for rent |
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[Ken:] |
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He threw a big party for friends or relations |
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At a grand old place called Florian Hall |
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And if you'll just listen, I'll make your eyes glisten |
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To the rows and ructions of Flannigan's ball |
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[All:] |
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Six long months I spent in Quincy |
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Six long months doing nothing at all |
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Six long months I spent in Quincy |
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Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball |
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[Al:] |
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Free beer on tap and wine for the ladies |
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Ziti and sauce for Mark Porzio |
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There were Fahey's and Brady's, McAuliffe's and Daley's |
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Courting the girls and dancing away |
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[Spider:] |
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Brian Tully sang out in his finest form |
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The patrons responded and I lead 'em all |
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I'd spent six months at Forbes Academy |
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Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball |
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[All:] |
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Six long months I spent in Quincy |
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Six long months doing nothing at all |
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Six long months I spent in Quincy |
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Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball |
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[Ronnie:] |
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The boys were hammered, the girls were hearty |
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Dancing around in couples and groups |
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An accident happened, young Dennis Flemming |
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Put his right leg through Miss Finneran's hoops |
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[Spider:] |
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This gal, she fainted and cried bloody murder |
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Called for her sons and gathered them all |
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Christopher swore he'd go no further |
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'Til he had revenge at Flannigan's ball |
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[All:] |
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Six long months I spent in Quincy |
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Six long months doing nothing at all |
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Six long months I spent in Quincy |
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Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball |
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[Al:] |
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In the midst of the melee, Miss Collins fainted |
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Her cheeks, by now, were as red as a rose |
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Some of the boys declared she was plastered |
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Had a small drop too much, I suppose |
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[Ken:] |
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Young Scotty Jenkins, so big and able |
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Saw his fair Colleen stretched by the wall |
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Tore the left leg from under the table |
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And smashed all the dishes at Flannigan's ball |
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[Spider:] |
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Boy, oh boy, now this was a rumble |
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Myself took a lick from mean Ricky Green |
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[Al:] |
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But I soon replied to that fine introduction |
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And gave him a terrible kick in the spleen |
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[Ken:] |
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Talent the piper nearly got strangled |
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They squeezed on his bellows, chanters and all |
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[Ronnie:] |
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The girls in the middle nearly got trampled |
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And that put an end to Flannigan's ball |
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[All:] |
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Six long months I spent in Quincy |
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Six long months doing nothing at all |
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Six long months I spent in Quincy |
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Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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I stepped out and I stepped in again |
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Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball |
