Long Lost Tapes Of Hendrix Lyrics - Bankers & Gangsters - Black 47

One evening while out strollin' a friend 

I chanced to see 

He was begging behind a bottle 

On Spring and Bowery 

He said, "I got some news for you 

Only cost a couple of bob 

About a buried treasure 

Back home in Ballydehob 

Well, I gave him all the bucks I had 

And he took me by the hand 

I know you love musicians 

I've got news to beat the band 

For back there in me native town 

In the Allied Irish Bank 

The long lost tapes of Hendrix 

Are hidden in the vault 

You can talk about your pyramids 

And your pints of Guinness stout 

But the long lost tapes of Hendrix 

Will leave them in the dirt 

So I stole me boss's credit card 

To the airport I did jog 

Very soon thereafter 

I arrived in Ballydehob 

When I hit the Allied Irish me 

Fatigue turned to desire 

I beheld two hundred pounds 

Of sweet Maggie McGuire 

She cast her eyes upon me 

"what are you doin' in me bank?" 

I'm here on a secret mission, doll 

Oh no, not another Yank 

I hate the very sight of yez 

Apart from your president 

That man can stimulate me 

Any way he wants 

What are you doin' later? 

Yera, I'm not up to much 

Would you care for a pint of Guinness? 

I never touch the stuff 

But one pint led to two or three 

Six to seven or eight 

Until I was shakin' hands with meself 

And that girl was feelin' no pain 

She was startin' to look beautiful 

Though there was three of her in sight 

Six hundred pounds of lovin' 

What do you have in mind? 

Oh, sweet Maggie Magurie 

There's one thing I'd adore 

To go down to the vault of your bank 

And do it on the floor 

No bother, a str 

That's easily arranged 

So we stole into the bank 

And down the creaky stairs 

Soon we were inside 

The vault and dentin' the very floor 

I could see the tapes of Hendrix 

And they hidden behind the door 

I never had such a night of love 

She knew every trick in the book 

Over, under, sideways 

By the mornin' I was shook 

When she finally keeled over 

I gently moved her weight 

With her snores wakin' the very dead 

I headed for the tapes 

Then all at once 

A big white flash took me by surprise 

An apparition in tie-dye 

Arose before me eyes 

A curly headed black man 

Exploded in the light 

T'was the ghost of Jimi Hendrix 

And him playin' the Uilleann pipes 

I woke up in the hospital 

A weddin' ring on me hand 

Two hundred pounds of Maggie McGuire 

Smilin' to beat the band 

Oh, you're so romantic 

No engagement did I need 

Just one mad night of blisterin' sex 

Brought me to my knees 

So now I live in Ballydehob 

Where the rain pours down all week 

I'm nearly faded away from tendin' 

To Maggie McGuire's needs 

The moral of this story is 

Don't ever find your dreams 

And keep away from Hendrix 

And his goddamn bloody tapes 

You can talk about your pyramids 

And your pints of Guinness stout 

But the long lost tapes of Hendrix 

Will leave them in the dirt