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A colleen came from Ireland in1954 She was all alone and lonely like she'd never been before She met a man from Pakistan they were married just like that When I was born they christened me Pakistani Pat Chorus Fare thee well sure it's killin', fare thee well for a while Proud I am of Pakistan and of the Emerald Isle I was born Cricklewood there's nothing wrong with that Until the neighbours hear me name is Pakistani Pat Me father he's a Muslim and me mother she's RC I got Mohammed for the breakfast and St. Patrick for me tea Me father likes chapati and me mother Irish stew If it wasn't for the fish and chips I don't know what I'd do There's not a week that passes but me father makes his plans To quickly make a fortune and head back to Pakistan Me mother says she'll let him go, she won't stand in between I hope she'll pack her bags and then we'll head for Skibbereen One night there was a riot and our shop got burned down Me father done a runner but me mother stood her ground She grabbed her ould shillelagh and she waved it just like that That night I was proud to be called Pakistani Pat I'm not white or coloured I'm not Asian or European I'm just a freak of '54 you all know what I mean And as the time goes slowly by and I grow old and fat I hope you'll hear the neighbours say there's Pakistani Pat Fare thee well sure it's killin', fare thee well for a while Proud I am of Pakistan and of the Emerald Isle I was born Cricklewood there's nothing wrong with that I hope you'll hear the neighbours say there's Pakistani Pat Yes I hope you'll hear the neighbours say there's Pakistani Pat (Mick Sullivan) |