JP MC MENAMIN.co.uk

J.P MC MENAMIN.co.uk

Home Biography Books Poems Diaries Thoughts Artwork Contact us
 

Dancin' round my handbag.
    
Oh my name it is wee Aggie
And my life is nearly done.
But I well remember the good old days
Ah, the showbands and the fun.
        
Dancing round my handbag
Me and my friend Jean
The greatest pair of oddities
That Belfast ever seen.
        
We never danced with fellas
Who would want to take us home
We just danced around our handbags
In a corner on our own.
          
We would put our handbags on the floor
When the band began to play
And dance around our handbags
Until the dawn of day.
               
My handbag was yella
And Jean's was green and red
And we would dance around our handbags
'Till we went light in the head.
        
A fella he came up to me
And asked me for a dance
"Sling your hook" I said to him
You haven't got a chance.
                
For I'm dancing round my handbag
Me and my friend Jean
The greatest pair of oddities
That Belfast ever seen."
         
Big Brendan would smile down at me
When he sang the Huckle-buck
But if he was looking for a court
Well he was out of luck.
          
I just kept dancing round my handbag
Jiving with wee Jean
Who was dancing round her handbag too
Which was coloured red and green.
            
Auld Dickie Rock once said to me
"Will you come out to the van?"
"On your bike!" I said to him,
"You baldy little man."
            
And I kept dancing round my handbag
Until they played the Queen
Dancing round my handbag
Me and my friend Jean.
         
The Chessmen had a bass man
God he looked just like a cub
He said, "I have a relic.
Would you like to have a rub?"
        
I just kept dancing round my handbag
Me and my friend Jean
The greatest pair of oddities
That Belfast ever seen.
            
So I never did get married
And now I'm in a home
But my friend Jean is in here too
So I'm not on my own.
          
And every single weekend
We hitch up our rubber pants
And would dance around our handbags
If given half a chance.
              
Ah, time he is a cunning knave
He steals your youth away
I used to dance around my handbag
But now I'm old and grey.
             
So to all you fair young maidens
Take yourself in hand
Stop dancing round your handbags
And go out and get a man.
           
Ah, I see again the glitter ball
I hear the pounding beat
And me and Jean are dancing
Round our handbags at our feet.
            
Dancing round my handbag
Me and my friend Jean
The greatest pair of oddities
That Belfast ever seen.
 

25/06/09

 

Copyright 2009 J P McMenamin