Have you seen the young man
The drunken oul lout
Roaring and bawling
And spilling his stout
And in everyone's business
You'll foresee his snout
Down in Cork he'd be known as a langer
A langer...
A langer...
In Cork he'd be known as a langer
And our hero Roy Keane
Footballer supreme
The finest this country and Man U's ever seen
And we'd have won the World Cup
But Mick McCarthy fffouled up
Roy was dead right to call him a langer
A langer...
A langer...
Roy was dead right to call him a langer
In 2005
Culture will thrive
All along the green banks of the Lee (oh good man George)
But no matter what
When you arrive on the yacht
We'll tolerate absolutely nobody acting the langer
(Certainly not in Crosshaven)
Langer...
Langer...
There'll be nobody acting the langer
So three cheers for Roy Keane
He's back wearing the green
Ah what more could you ask him to do
So forget all the press
And the whole bloody mess
They're only a big shower of langers
Langers...
Langers...
They're only a big shower of langers.
So there was me song
I didnt keep you too long
For now we all know one word of Cork slang
And while there's meat on me bones
I hope I'll never be known
As a typical home grown Cork langer
Langer...
Langer...
As a typical home grown Cork langer