He left his hometown and to Glasgow he came,
Football to play, find his fortune and fame,
He signed for the Celtic and he soon made his name,
Shutout the Rangers, sent them home in shame.
His name’s Paddy Bonner he’s the greatest of all,
Pride of all Ireland from dear Donegal,
Strikers and forwards all tremble when told,
They know they’d have no chance Big Paddy’s in goal.
Back as a child with his friends he would go,
Between jackets as goalposts he’d put on a show,
He’d jump and he’d dive and he’d save every ball,
They just couldn’t beat big Paddy at all.
His name’s Paddy Bonner he’s the greatest of all,
Pride of all Ireland from dear Donegal,
Strikers and forwards all tremble when told,
They know they’d have no chance Big Paddy’s in goal.
What a cheer, what a roar, what a wonderful noise,
When his yellow jersey he ran out with the bhoys,
All Paradise rang as the Celtic fans sang ,
Glory’O glory’O, big Paddy’s the man.
His name’s Paddy Bonner he’s the greatest of all,
Pride of all Ireland from dear Donegal,
Strikers and forwards all tremble when told,
They know they’d have no chance Big Paddy’s in goal.
The world watched on TV when for Ireland he played,
Defied the English, and the Russians amazed,
Italians and Germans and Spanish and French,
Have all tried to sign him but they have no chance.
His name’s Paddy Bonner he’s the greatest of all,
Pride of all Ireland from dear Donegal,
Strikers and forwards all tremble when told,
They know they’d have no chance Big Paddy’s in goal. They know they’d have no chance Big Paddy’s in goal.