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Old Morris Van Song Lyrics

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The Ole Morris Van Lyrics And Chords. Written and recorded by ''The Pecker Dunne'' , this song is a parody of The Black Velvet Band and tells of The Pecker getting into all kinds of shenanigans in the back of a van in Belfast.
In a[D] neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was [A]bound
Many's an[D] hour of sweet happiness, have I [A]spent in that dear little [D]town
To searve my time as an apprentice, to York Street I did land.
And the first thing I did when I got there, was to purchace an ole Morris van.

'Cause her headlights they shine like dimonds
And in the back I had an ole bag of straw
And it wasn't the tax that held me back
Each night I ran up the M1.

One night while going down North Street
She stoped and she stalled in the street.
And when I got out to mechan her
This young blond I happened to meet.

She said your down from the country
I know by the size of your hands
But before she knew what happened her.
I had her streached out in the old van.

'Cause her headlights they shine like dimonds
And in the back I had an ole bag of straw
And it wasn't the tax that held me back
Each night I ran up the M1.

A policeman was standing at the corner
He's a big machine gun in his hand
And the way that he walked around us
You'd swear that he owned me old van.

He said young man your convicted
You can treat it the best way you can
You can do many's a thing here in Belfast
But not in the back of your van.

Before judge and jury
Next morning we both did appeare
And old judge looked at me sincerly
When he saw my nice bit of gear.

I'll give you six months up in Crumlin
You can do it the best way you can
Ah but when I got out I hadn't a doubt,
I'd still drive me old Morris van.

Cause her eyes come out like Black Puddin'
I though her the Queen of the land
She'd a bucket of spuds in her apron
And a half of pigs tail in her hand.

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