The word had got around that Martina loves to sing
Being a real Dubliner, that’s got to be her thing
She loves those Irish men in green
Sport loving through and through
Matters not the shape of ball
Those Celtic boys will do!!
But coming out to Oz was great
It smartened up her act
Because she found a taste for booze
And now that’s where she’s at
She would give anything for a Jamieson
Or Bacardi on the rocks
And we heard that she was spied on
Just wearing skin and socks
For boyfriends there were many
And we knew when she was late
It was always that day after
When she had a heavy date
And speed was not her forte
She couldn’t break a walk
But bless her soul this Dubliner
Certainly knew how to talk
With all of those bronzed Aussie guys
She had her highs and lows
But couldn’t take her eyes off them
Wearing their Speedos
So parties, drinking, smoking, burning candles at both ends
Going home to Ireland, is the way to make amends
And Durty Nelly’s loved you
For the person that you have been
Now take home all those memories
To those men in green
And if you should feel all saddened
And somewhat sort of busted
You can always show the folks at home
How you did heat up mustard!
Mike Nissen
12 April 2005
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