When I was a young un',
I knew a lad from Ballybunion
He hadn't got a single penny to his name, you might say
He had a raggedy coat,
And like two rubber boats
He kept his wellington boots on
From December until May
It was Kevin Kelly,
With his chopped off wellies
In the middle of the summer time he was looking fine!
His pants had holes in the knees
But he was proud as you please
With his ol' wellies he keep strolling along
As we got older and slyer and bolder
And the girls we had our eyes on
They got older as well
With paint on their faces and curves in nice places
Well we were dressed to impress them
And we thought we were swell!
Well our duds were in fashion
To kindle their passion
But there was Kevin on the dance floor
Looking anything but neat
He was tryin' to flirt in his hand-me-down shirt,
With the same ol' wellies on his two big feet!
It was Kevin Kelly,
With his chopped off wellies
In the middle of the summer time he was looking fine!
His pants had holes in the knees
But he was proud as you please
With his ol' wellies he keep strolling along
Well we teased him and we mocked him,
But sure that never shocked him,
He painted on some laces
And cut them down to look like shoes.
He was poor but he had style,
He made everybody smile
He wore his ol' wellies!
He wore his ol' wellies!
He wore his ol' wellies!
Like he'd nothin' to lose!
The next time we found him,
Well the girls were all around him
He was busting the moves, he was happy as can be
One of the girls came near, and whispered in my ear…
«Only boys who wear their wellies
Have a chance wit' me.»
It was Kevin Kelly,
With his chopped off wellies
In the middle of the summer time he was looking fine!
His pants had holes in the knees
But he was proud as you please
With his ol' wellies he keep strolling along
It was Kevin Kelly,
With his chopped off wellies
In the middle of the summer time he was looking fine!
His pants had holes in the knees
But he was proud as you please
With his ol' wellies he keep strolling along