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Lyrics To The Tipperary Rap Song ‘The Premier Rap’

‘The Premier Rap’

Lyrics by Tipperary band  “Johnny B & The Boogie Men”

From Cahir to Nenagh they’ll agree, It’s time we took back Liam McCarthy.
The Blue the gold and the dream, This is for the boys on hill 16.

Brendan Cummins from Ballybacon-Grange, NASA are studying his puck out range.
You put you’re  hand up once you won’t do it again, When you’ve been marking Paddy Stapleton.
Paul Curran he’s like a mini digger, He is Mullinahone’s own Swarzanigger.
Michael Cahills our number four, Eircom phone watch ain’t this secure.
Declan Fanning from Killenaule, Sticks like glue to each highball.
Bustin out of defence he is gonna flatten ye, He’s from Newport he’s Connor O’ Mahoney.
Like a wall P.Maher stops each attack, You need planning permission to put him wing back.
For the blue the gold and the dream, This is for the boys on hill 16.

Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp,Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp.
We’re throwing a party for Liam McCarthy.

Shane McGraths got electric pace, Brendan Maher will invade your space.
Darragh O Brien will pull you out by the side line, Catchin’ it, whippin’ it, doubling on it first time.
I’d prefer to get hit by a car, Than get hit a shoulder from the Bonner Maher.
Waterford, Wexford, Offaly, Galway, Knocking over points like he’s on holiday.
For John O’Brien I nearly blew me load, When I saw him do the biz on jones’ road.

Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp,Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp.
We’re throwing a party for Liam McCarthy.

Have we got a match for James Cha?  Uh ah Noel McGrath.
The scorin power that he does wield, The most devastating thing since Bull McCabe hit the field.
Out centre forward that did the trick, Five from play where was brick.
Lar Corbett he’s our man, He’s much better than John Mullane.
2001 he was knockin on the door, Now in ever game he is knockin over 1-4.
Eoin Kelly The son of god, Strikes that ball like a lightning rod.
The greatest forward I’ve seen in my life, Cuts through teams like a surgeon’s knife.
For the blue the gold and the dream, This is for the boys on hill 16.

Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp,Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp.
Last at the bar they can’t get rid of me, Spilling me Smithwicks on my finches jersey.
Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp.
We’re throwing a party for Liam McCarthy.

Last year in Croke Park, Ended for heartbreak for our Benny.
This year you won’t have to watch South Park, To see who’s going to kill this Kenny.
Darragh Egan and Brian O’Meara, young to the junk from Toomevara.
Pa Bourke, Benny Dunne, Seamus Callanan, Jody Brennan, Upperchurch-Drombane.
Timmy Hammersley, Rossmore-Clounoulty, Conor O Brien, Eire Og-Annacarty.
Darren Glesson from Portroe, Liam Sheedy this one’s for You.

Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp.
We’re throwing a party for Liam McCarthy.
Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp, Tipp.

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