Over in McCann's there's a grand type of dance band a'playin' And they're spinning out the continental ceilidh Out the star of Munster with Hans O'Donoghue Neatly rappin' out a tango on the spoons Such commotion will act like a lotion on the struttin' At the continental ceili tonight. Wolfgang's playin' on the comb someone shouts at him: "go home!" Klaus is playin' a slow air on the bodhran An auld fashioned lady begins to sing a song Ah, lads, a bit of order over there Clarinbridge for the chowder keep your powder dry At the continental ceilidh tonight. Ciaran closes his eye's pretends he's in disguise When he sees an old flame comin over He's singing for the Swedes in their tweeds Doin' all he can to please The night's at such a delicate stage Later on he'll give an audience to one of them or two He'll sing the Dyin' Swan to touch their feelings Tonight's his night and tomorrow night will be just the same. Ada let me out to the bar where the boys are goin' far And they're spinnin' out the continental ceili The pipes and the flutes and the fiddles are in tune Whoo, I'd love to meet a European girl Ada now me head is goin' light and the band is playin' tight At the continental ceilidh tonight. All the publicans are there it's like a hirin' fair Tryin' to figure out how much McCann is makin' To keep their pubs outta Stubbs, they're lashin' out big subs In a burst of fierce anticipation Moguls from Mukhill are starin' at the till Tryin' to get a low down on the line up They'll be buyin' free porter for members of the band At the continental ceilidh tonight. Repeat 1st verse