UDA SONGS » C.Y.C

All told their wives when they got home that,
They didn't know where the blood came from,
They beat them with bottles and their fists and their feet,
And they kicked them up and down the street,
Cos they have the pope and the virgin mary,
They are the band that terrorised Derry,
All the taigs were standin like pricks,
And the bassdrummer beat them with the bassdrum sticks.

When the peelers tried to stop their bus,
The driver said its nothing to do with us,
So on your way and have a nice day,
Up the men in the UDA.

It was the maddest thing that you ever did see,
All the young soldiers in the C.Y.C,
They beat them good and they beat them barmy,
They fought like Souters in the Cromwell army.

When the peelers tried to intervene,
They got it too the best you've ever seen,
The taigs ran away and hid behind the police,
Up the young men in the CYC,
The crowds all cheered as the men walked by,
All the soldiers with their head held high,
They clapped their hands and they stapmed their feet,
Freedom Fighters are on the street.

So please love don't be mad with me,
Send my uniform out for a wee dry clean,
If the peelers at my door,
Tell 'em that a dont live here anymore.

Cos i hate the pope and the virgin mary,
They are the band that terrorised Derry,
All the taigs were standin like pricks,
And the bassdrummer beat them with the bassdrum sticks.

It was the maddest thing that you ever did see,
All the young soldiers in the C.Y.C,
They beat them good and they beat them barmy,
They fought like Souters in the Cromwell army.

What a load of shite