Handy Andy’s going home, we’ll miss his baldy head
The fag in mouth, infectious smile, that distinguishes him from dead
He races up and down the bar, to serve each one of course
Leaves his mark at Nelly’s, with such a striking force
Like many were before him only to demise
But Handy Andy weathered all, and now before your eyes
We witness Andy’s leaving, but he’ll be back one day
And next time round, Hand Andy, we hope to make you stay
So remember times at Nelly’s, all the girls – the craic – the joking
But most of all, remember “Me”, telling you to “quit that Smoking!”
Mike Nissen
“The Big Boss”
8 August 2004
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