Punk Rock Bríd

by Rob Henderson (Imbolc 99)
(based on "Punk Rock Girl" by the Dead Milkmen)

At one An Bruane we lit a sacred fire
We made a dolly and we tied her up with wire

Punk Rock Bríd, goddess of the well
Punk Rock Bríd, you ring our bell
Let's build community
Come bless our homes, Punk Rock Bríd

We put her in a white dress
and put wheat stalks in her head
And then we lay her in her little dolly bed

Punk Rock Bríd, you're our goddess
Punk Rock Bríd, you're the hottest
You're the one that we beseech
Come bless our homes, Punk Rock Bríd

We started off in Grosse Pointe Woods
We went all the way to Lansing
We barged in through the doors
And we started slam dancing
Then we jumped up on the table and shouted anarchy
And then Mark Gabriel got out his accordion
He was playing "Drunken Sailor"
So we started wailin'
"Ear-li in the mornin'"

We all went out to Jan's barn to bless the mules
Her husband took one look at us and thought that we were fools

Punk Rock Bríd, give us a cross
Punk Rock Bríd, that's made of dental floss
For places we can't reach
Yeah, you're for us, Punk Rock Bríd

We were driving on the freeway
And playing with our puppets
The monkey was steering but he was a bad driver
He didn't know right from left
And we went the wrong way
We shouted at the monkey 'cause his steering was so funky

We went to Fire Watch to bless the Bratach Bríd
The dolly held it to her nose and she let out a sneeze

Punk Rock Bríd, goddess of the fire
Punk Rock Bríd, you make us perspire
Your talents are so great
Come bless our homes
And we'll all stay up too late
Come bless our homes
We'll travel round the state
Come bless our homes, Punk Rock Bríd

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