My Father Loves Nikita Khrushchev lyrics

One fine day in May, the sun was on the sea

I went for a swim, I took along my bottle

Swam among the waves so very calm indeed

And green as all the grass that grows from Howth to Dalkey

Swam around Killiney Bay, lovely day

Down below I see a couple of hungry fishes

Then I went along my way, rounding the bay

I thought I'd better say a prayer for dear old daddy

Holy mo, me father loves Nikita Kruschev

Holy moly me, he loves Nikita Kruschev

Holy moly me!

Didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya

Didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya

Stood upon a rock and looked out on the sea

Sleeping like a baby long before he's born

I felt the morning breeze so very sweet indeed

Like fishes in the night and seaweed in the morning

Took a towel and dried me back, lit up a fag

Watched the smoky blue go blowing out in the sunlight

Out beyond Killiney Bay, over the sea

I thought I'd better say a prayer for dear old daddy

Holy mo, me father loves Nikita Kruschev

Holy moly me, he loves Nikita Khrushchev

Holy moly me!

Didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya

Didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya

I am happy here, my bottle is in my hand

Half a quart of beer is all I really need

I whistled out today, today I never planned

Never knew that I could do without my brother

Or me sister or me aunt, bad as they are

Never knew that I could do without my mother

Threw my bathing suit away, those who have seen it

Once will never mind it, the others won't recognise it

Holy mo, me father loves Nikita Kruschev

Holy moly me, he loves Nikita Kruschev

Holy moly me!

Didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya

Didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya

Ran along the sand and jumped from rock to rock

Going to get a tan in places I never dreamed of

Anyone I meet will surely get a shock

Unless they're doing the same as me this lovely evening

Turning cartwheels in the sand, over I go

Standing on my head and landing on my bottom

Such a lovely day today, happy I am

That I've got more to do than worry about my father

Holy mo, me father loves Nikita Kruschev

Holy moly me, he loves Nikita Kruschev

Holy moly me

Didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya

Didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya, didden-i-nya