Wrapped up in brown paper,
Tied up with white string
He would whistle as he went
When he was happy, he would sing
Well Billy Batty was a butcher boy,
He rode a butcher's bike,
Down Dublin's dirty back streets
At the dawning of daylight
He loved a girl named Lucy,
Lucy loved another lad,
A soldier tall and handsome,
This made young Billy sad
One day a circus came to town
It had a dancing bear,
Well Billy had to go
For he knew she would be there
The second he rode up
He know that something was awry,
The crowd was all a gallop, yelling
«Run before you die!»
Well the bear was mad with hunger
As he broke free from his chain
He had rampaged through the big top
When all at once he came,
Across the poor young Lucy,
Fallen curled up on the ground,
The soldier boy was hiding
He was nowhere to be found
Wrapped up in brown paper,
Tied up with white string
He would whistle as he went
When he was happy, he would sing
Now Billy heard her screams
And he knew at once what he must do,
He took off on his trusty bike
And to her aid he flew
He cycled right up to the bear
And threw a piece of meat,
The bear spun right around
And he caught that beefy treat
He scarfed it down in just one bite
And looked up for some more
Round him circled, Billy
Trailing sausage on the floor
Just out of reach he kept him,
As he lured the beast away
The bear had got a taste,
Now brave young Billy was his prey
Wrapped up in brown paper,
Tied up with white string
He would whistle as he went
When he was happy, he would sing
He would sing
Three times around the tent,
The creature had stop,
He rested and he thought,
Then he began to skip and hop
He danced a polka and a waltz
To everyone's delight,
The crowd began to clap and cheer
At such a wondrous site
Billy tossed the bear a lamb chop
And a mighty t-bone steak
The dancing just got faster
And the ground began to shake
He swallowed whole two turkeys,
Strings of sausages galore,
Then full, he gently lay down
And began to loudly snore
Well the crowd went wild with pleasure
And to our hero Lucy ran,
She forgot the soldier boy,
Now brave young Billy was her man
Now the moral of this story is,
If ya want to win your Lucy,
You better have a trusty bike
And a sausage plump and juicy
A sausage plump and juicy
Wrapped up in brown paper,
Tied up with white string
Now he never whistles,
Every day, every day he sings
Ah la la diddle dee dum di diddle da
And every day, every day he sings
La da du diddle dee dum di diddle da
Dum di doop di dum di doo…
You've got:
Chitterlings and chicken wings,
Liver, tongue or tail,
Gizzards, skirt or marrowbone,
Game-hen, grouse or quail
There's trotters, t-bone, legs or thighs
Brisket, neck or jowl,
Partridge, duck and turkey,
Pheasant, guinea fowl
Rib Eye, round or sirloin,
Topside, rump or flank
Bison, goat, rummed and broiled
Porterhouse or Shank
Black pudding, bacon, rashers,
Scratchings, chicken feet
Haggis, ham and sweat bread
There's every kind of meat
You've got shoulder, mutton, rabbit
A rack of lamb or chops,
Veil, venison, tripe,
And kidney, heart or hocks