Alex Allen - Gibraltar (A.K.A. Blown Away)

Alex Allen - Gibraltar (A.K.A. Blown Away)

In a place called Gibraltar, well known as The Rock,
Three I.R.A scumbags were counting their stock,
When along came some soldiers, they are Britain's best,
And their known the whole world over as the proud S.A.S.
And the I.R.A, were blown away,
Three corpses were left in Gibraltar that day.

Well Dublin she was angry, And so was the Doyle,
For the bomb in Gibraltar the soldiers did foil,
For they planned to murder and leave many for dead,
But the brave S.A.S put their gun to their head.
And the I.R.A, were blown away,
Three corpses were left in Gibraltar that day.

That wanker Gerry Adams what a wonderful sight,
Behind an old Tombstone he cowered with fright,
The mad yellow provo didn't know what to do,
When faced with one Proddy so brave and so true.
And the I.R.A, were blown away,
Three corpses were left in old Miltown that day.

This strong loyal Proddy, He's called Micheal Stone,
Right in to the graveyard, he went on his own,
Five bombs they were thrown and yet only one missed,
But you couldn't see the fenians from the steam off their piss.
And the I.R.A, were blown away,
Three corpses were left in old Miltown that day.

Yes the I.R.A, were blown away,
Three corpses were left in old Miltown that day.