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.
