THE GIGOLO OF MAGHERLIN By John McMenamin Barney, was a gigolo And lived in Magherlin He had a wee moustache, on his upper lip It was small and black and thin. His hair, was black and shiny His teeth, were pearly white The result, of Brylcream every morning And baking soda, every night. His shoes, were patent leather His tie was made of suede He had a gold ring, on his finger With a stone of blackest jade. His suit was made in Italy His shirt, was made in France His belt, used to be a rattle-snake Now it held up Barney’s pants. He wore his trousers, very tight And smoked a king-sized fag And his hips, would sway and wiggle Like two ferrets, in a bag. He’s whistle at he little girls He was a real cool guy And when he passed the Chemist shop He’d wink, with his sly eye. Yes Barney, was a playboy A man about the town He spent hours in the tanning booth To keep him golden brown. Barney, was a rebel He was mean and lean and thin And he was the only gigolo In the town of, Magherlin. Barney, was a love machine With a mean and moody stare And every time he passed a shop He’d stop and comb his hair. You could see him every Sunday As he swaggered down the street He’d wink and say, “Hey Honey You sure are looking sweet”. The girls, would blush and giggle Then look back with a grin Barney, was the only gigolo In the town of, Magheralin. He’d swagger up and down the street All dressed up for the kill He’d say, “Honey, my names—trouble And I was born to-thrill”. He walked into the chip shop Looking moody, like James Dean Instead of chips, he asked for, fries And his hankie was wild clean. He’d sidle up to some wee girl With a smirk, upon his face And say, “Honey, you want lovin’ Let’s go back babe-to my place”. He’d say, “Babe, if you want lovin’ Well honey, I’m your man Then he’d curl his lip-like Elvis Barney, was his biggest fan. Yes, Barney was a gigolo A lover of renown The people came from far and near To watch his strut round town. He’d say, “Hey, my name is Barney The greatest lover in this town Girls, you looking for, some sugar? I got enough to go around”. But, the gigolo, went home alone And climbed into the sack Cause poor Barney was an ugly brute With a bump upon his back.
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