I got a job in a band called Black 47    I was doin' nothin' special after 11    Oh we learned some tunes and wrote some songs    And we bought ourselves a drum machine to keep the beat strong       Well we bought the Irish People, the Echo and the Voice    And we rang a few bars, said "We got a new noise    And it would please us greatly to come on uptown    And show you paddies how we get on down"       One o'clock, two o'clock, give us a chance    All we wanna do is be rockin' the Bronx    3 o'clock, 4 o'clock what does she want?    The girl in black leather wants to    Rock in the, rock in the Bronx       Oh we got a gig in the Village Pub    But the regulars there all said that we sucked    Then Big John Flynn, said "Oh, no no    You'll be causin' a riot if I don't let you go"       Then a flintstone from the Phoenix gave us a call    When he heard the beat, he was quite appalled    "D'yez not know nothin' by Christy Moore?"    The next thing you be wantin' is Danny Boy!       Chris is chillin' on the uileann but he isn't alone    Here comes Freddy on the slide trombone    Add a little guitar, Geoff Blythe on the sax    Gonna shoot you full of our New York fix       Then we went into the studio and made a tape    Frank Murray from the Pogues said "I think that it's great"   Galigula said "It could be a hit,   And if it falls on its face, who gives a shit!"       Now everywhere we go we cause a fuss    Coz we play what we like and our sound is us    It's got a whole lot of hell and a little bit of heaven    That's the story so far of Black '47