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Bridget O'Flynn As performed by Peter McDonald

Bridget O'Flynn, young lady, was that you sneakin' in? Now look at the state of your Sunday clothes, Look at your shoes and your new silk hose, Why you've been doin' the rhumba I s'pose. Bridget O'Flynn, say your prayers, You'll need them when your father comes downstairs. Bridget O'Flynn, where have you been, This is a nice time for you to be sneakin' in, The boyfriend took you for a ride And did the car break down? Or maybe you ran out of gas About ten miles from town? Did you walk home? Look at your shoes, ain't it a sin? Faith, your story and your shoes are mighty thin! I'm tellin' you now just what to do If you have any friends that own a canoe Don't go near the water Bridgie darlin' "Bridget O'Flynn!" "What is it, ma?" When you go out again you'll not go far, Faith, and last night you went far enough You and your paint and your powder Puff, just wait until your father does his stuff Bridget O'Flynn, I'd just like to bet That you can tell me who owns this cigarette. Bridget O'Flynn, say your prayers, You'll need them when your father comes downstairs. Bridget O'Flynn, where have you been? This is a nice time for you to come in, You went to see the big parade, The big parade, me eye! Sure, no parade could ever take so long in passin' by, Bridget O'Flynn, tell me the truth, this is your chance, There was nothing wrong, you just went to a dance. Just keep away from the dancin' hall, There's nobody there worthwhile at all, That's where I met your father, Bridgie darlin'.

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