A song to the Air of Kevin Barry
In a comfy Stormont Office
Sat an Irish rebel bold
On his back was an Armani
In his bank was British Gold
He was working for the Provos
And for the Peelers too
The Brits paid both his pay cheques
He was really quite a coup
Then the Branch they raided Stormont
And they seized computer disks
Sure it never worried Denis
For he knew of all the risks
But the truth it has come out now
An informer's been exposed
Neither Adams nor McGuinness
Knew the danger their friend posed
No longer can they kill him
Put a hood upon his head
For 'twould wreck their cosy lifestyles
Their ambitions would be dead
Lads like Gerry are no eejits
Lads like Gerry will go far
Sure they daren't rock the boat now
And lose their ministerial cars
Lads like Gerry will rule Ireland
From Stormont and the Dail
Paid informers aren't a problem
When you're bound for Fianna Fail