The Gallus One
He struts down the street, gallus as fuck
Eighteen and working, he's quite the young buck
"Tongs ya bass," he shouts. "If yer no feart, come oot ."
"Get ready for battle, and put on yer boots."
The Garngad has the fiercest men, who make sure their weans and women are fine
At least that's what they think, in their blinkered mind
If the gas and the lecky are on, it must be fine
But the visits to hospitals and the Barr L
Make the women feel like they're living in hell
And the weans get dragged along
Mammy comforting them with a happy song
This is no life for anyone to live
Surely oh surely something's gotta give
One more black eye for the wife will do it
shut her mouth or black'n blue it
Women's aid is there to help
For women who've had more than a skelp
It's also there to give a place for weary women to find a space
Out of the madness and into some peace
With their kids (or none) to rest their heids