If we had a pint for every day in the saddle
And a chowder to savour with it too
When my mind is filled with Heads and with castles
Then I'm thinking of the days I had with you
When roads cavort around those rocky inlets
Our roars and our rasps echo round them too
Nature's greens and greys and browns all assault me
And I'm back in the days I spent with you
And the rear of Babs is a sight of joy and comfort
Up the Healy Pass, behind it we meandered
Through the Conor Pass and all the rain in Kerry
And we swear that we'll be back again next year
So here's to Phil and Ian and to Trevor
And a big shout out to lovely Babs too
For if there's a place for vans in the hereafter
She'll know her way better than these four fools
To shale and stones to scare our two wheels senseless
To mucky tractors and Audis backwards in hedges
Ferries roadworks and Dutch folk at breakfast
And eating cake with young Americans too
And the rear of Babs is a sight of joy and comfort
Up the Healy Pass, behind it we meandered
Through the Conor Pass and all the rain in Kerry
And we swear that we'll be back again next year
The Old Head and to Skibbereen and Mizen
Kenmare Eccles and Foxy Johns in Dingle
Skelligs and on to Lisdoonvarna
And music in Fitzpatricks in Doolin
And the rear of Babs is a sight of joy and comfort
Up the Healy Pass, behind it we meandered
Through the Conor Pass and all the rain in Kerry
And we swear that we'll be back again next year