Kelly's Wellies
When I was a young un', I knew a lad from Ballybunion
He hadn't got a single penny to his name, you might say
He had a raggedy coat, and like two rubber boats
He kept his wellington boots on from December to May
Chorus:
It was Kevin Kelly, with his chopped off wellies
In the middle of the summer time he was looking fine!
His pants had holes in the knees but he was proud as you please
With his ol' wellies he keep strolling along
As we got older and slyer and bolder and the girls we had our eyes on they got older as well
With paint on their faces (with paint on their faces) and curves in nice places (curves in nice places!)
We were dressed to impress them and we thought we were swell!
Well our duds were in fashion (duds were in fashion!) to kindle their passion (kindle their passion!)
But there was Kevin on the dance floor looking anything but neat
He was tryin' to flirt (he was tryin' to flirt) in his hand-me-down shirt, (in his hand-me-down shirt!) with the same ol' wellies on his two big feet!
It was Kevin Kelly, with his chopped off wellies
In the middle of the summer time he was looking fine!
His pants had holes in the knees but he was proud as you please
With his ol' wellies he keep strolling along
Well we teased him and we mocked him, but sure that never shocked him, he painted on some laces and cut them down to look like shoes.
He was poor but he had style, he made everybody smile
He wore his ol' wellies!
He wore his ol' wellies!
He wore his ol' wellies!
Like he'd nothin' to lose!
The next time we found him, (next time we found him) well the girls were all around him (Girls were all around him)
He was busting the moves, he was happy as can be
One of the girls came near, (One of the girls came near) and whispered in my ear...
"Only boys who wear their wellies have a chance wit' me."
It was Kevin Kelly, with his chopped off wellies
In the middle of the summer time he was looking fine! (He was looking fine!)
His pants had holes in the knees but he was proud as you please
With his ol' wellies he keep strolling along
Las botas de Kelly
Cuando era joven, conocí a un chico de Ballybunion
No tenía ni un centavo en su bolsillo, podrías decir
Tenía un abrigo raído, y como dos botes de goma
Mantenía sus botas de agua puestas de diciembre a mayo
Coro:
Era Kevin Kelly, con sus botas cortadas
En pleno verano lucía genial
Sus pantalones tenían agujeros en las rodillas pero estaba orgulloso como nadie
Con sus viejas botas seguía caminando
A medida que crecíamos, nos volvíamos más astutos y audaces y las chicas en las que teníamos los ojos puestos también crecían
Con maquillaje en sus rostros y curvas en lugares agradables
Nos vestíamos para impresionarlas y pensábamos que éramos geniales
Nuestras ropas estaban a la moda para encender su pasión
Pero ahí estaba Kevin en la pista de baile, luciendo todo menos ordenado
Intentaba coquetear con su camisa heredada, ¡con las mismas viejas botas en sus dos grandes pies!
Era Kevin Kelly, con sus botas cortadas
En pleno verano lucía genial
Sus pantalones tenían agujeros en las rodillas pero estaba orgulloso como nadie
Con sus viejas botas seguía caminando
Nos burlábamos de él y lo ridiculizábamos, pero eso nunca lo sorprendía, pintaba unos cordones y los cortaba para que parecieran zapatos
Era pobre pero tenía estilo, hacía sonreír a todos
¡Llevaba sus viejas botas!
¡Llevaba sus viejas botas!
¡Llevaba sus viejas botas!
Como si no tuviera nada que perder
La próxima vez que lo encontramos, las chicas estaban todas a su alrededor
Estaba bailando, feliz como podía ser
Una de las chicas se acercó y me susurró al oído...
"Solo los chicos que usan sus botas tienen una oportunidad conmigo"
Era Kevin Kelly, con sus botas cortadas
En pleno verano lucía genial
Sus pantalones tenían agujeros en las rodillas pero estaba orgulloso como nadie
Con sus viejas botas seguía caminando
Escrita por: Patrick Murphy / Stephen Wehmeyer / Steve Twigger