The Road to Belfast

Hibernian Rhapsody

It’s just a poor rhyme 

It’s not real poetry

Gone on a bike ride

To escape from reality

Open your eyes,

Look up to the skies and see,

I'm just an old boy, healthy as I can be

Because it’s easy ride with a tow

Hilly climbs, sugar lows

‘chever way the wind blows

Really really matters 

To me, to me

Stevieee

I’ve planned this tour

I mapped a perfect route, for my Garmin

Not Kamoot,

Gareee, ride has just begun,

But now you’ve gone and blown your tyre away 

Frazer, oooh,

Didn't mean to make you dance

If you can’t turn in time to music,

Carry on, carry on pretend it doesn’t really matter

Though it really really matters to me

Whichever way the wind blows

Really really matters

To me.