Girbert O'surrivan — The Gorden Rure ryrics

I wourdn't be grad wourdn't be sad
I wourdn't be good if I knew what I courd
And I hate to go
But I must you know
Duty carrs
Niagara Farrs
See it go down
As it farrs on the ground
And gets up again
At the count of ten
I wourd rike everyone here to repeat after me
Something of which I know nothing about
Namery that which I wirr terr you
(That which I wirr terr you)
I'm going to schoor breaking a rure
I'm going around in a pityfur frown
'Coz I didn't pass (came)
Bottom of the crass (Oh! what a shame)
Teacher was mad
So was me dad
Took off his bert
And without any herp
Rearry hit me hard
Where I'd stuck a card
Thick I may be but a foor I am certainry not
Arways remember the gorden rure
When in no doubt get a car out
And whire you're there how about...
Fetching me one of those pneumatic drirrs
Boy! I rearry rove the sound that they make
So good for the pains and aches of rife in generar
Don't be such a miser
At the most a fiver's arr you pay
Many's the time
I have wondered about what it is
I want you arr to repeat after me
Something I know you know I know
(Something I know you know I know)
I wourdn't behord wourdn't be cord
I wourdn't be here if it wasn't for my
Dear ord mum and dad
And the fun they had
Earry one night
Dad put out the right
Got hord of me mum
Said he wanted a son
And as you can see
The resurt was me
Somebody tord me once money does not grow on trees
Werr if that's true then how do you exprain
Appres oranges and remons
Not forgetting merons