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Someone knocked this morning, they wanted to come inThey rang and rang the doorbell, I thought and scratched my chinI hope it's not the Garda they have no time for usExcept when they had something they wanted to discussWell I peeped out through the curtains and saw that I was rightIt was a black Mariah and they were sittin' tightMy brothers sleeping upstairs, they didn't seem to hearThem banging down the front door, I thought that rather queerIt's a bad time Garda, the house' an awful sightIt's a bad time Garda, come back tomorrow nightIt's a bad time Garda, the kitchen is a sinYou picked a bad time Garda, we'll get some biscuits inSomeone's running round upstairs, reluctant to descendMa and Da are shouting 'You've brought them back again'At least its not the special branch, the Peelers of todayFlash their gunsAnd take your sonsAnd you would have no sayWell my brother's thereIn his underwearIt's cold as it can beHe's hanging out the windowLetras de cancionesI'd rather him than meIt's a bad time Garda, the house' an awful sightIt's a bad time Garda, come back tomorrow nightIt's a bad time Garda, the kitchen is a sinYou picked a bad time Garda, we'll get some biscuits inWe'll get some biscuits in, we'll get some bickys inFor you, for you, for you From Letras Mania