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Pakistani Pat Song Lyrics. Written by Joe Sorohan  and recorded by Seamus Moore. The tune used for the song is Fare Thee Well Enniskillen.

A  cailín came from Ireland in 1954
She was all alone and lonely like she's never been before
She met a man from Pakistan they were married just like that
When I was born they Christened me Pakistani Pat.


Farewell sure it's killing fare thee well for a while
Proud I am of Pakistan and the Emerald Isle.
I was born in Cricklewood there's nothing wrong with that
Until the neighbours hear that me name is Pakistani Pat.


My father is a Muslim and me mother she's R.C.
I got Muhammad for me breakfast and Saint Patrick for me tea
Me father eats Chapati and me mother Irish Stew,
If it wasn't for the fish and chips I don't know what I'd do.


Farewell sure it's killing fare thee well for a while
Proud I am of Pakistan and the Emerald Isle.
I was born in Cricklewood there's nothing wrong with that
Until the neighbours hear that me name is Pakistani Pat.

There's not a week that passes but me father makes his plans
To quickly make his fortune and head back to Pakistan,
Me mother says she'll let him go she wont stant in between,
I hope she'll pack her bags and then we'll head for Skibbereen.

Farewell sure it's killing fare thee well for a while
Proud I am of Pakistan and the Emerald Isle.
I was born in Cricklewood there's nothing wrong with that
Until the neighbours hear that me name is Pakistani Pat.

One night there was a roit and the auld shop got burned down,
Me father done a runner but me mother stood her ground,
She grabbed her auld shillelagh and she waived it just like that,
That night I was proud to be called Pakistani Pat.

I'm not white or coloured I'm not asian or european,
I'm just a freak of 54 you all know what I mean,
And as the time goes slowly by and I grow old and fat,
I hope you'll hear the neighbours say there goes Pakistani Pat.

Farewell sure it's killing fare thee well for a while
Proud I am of Pakistan and the Emerald Isle.
I was born in Cricklewood there's nothing wrong with that
Until the neighbours hear that me name is Pakistani Pat.

   
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