Well, the years rang’s start coming and they don’t stop coming
Fed to my Dialann and I hit the ground running
Didn’t make sense not to learn for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see
So what’s wrong with taking the back streets?
You’ll never know if you don’t go
You’ll never shine if you don’t glow

[Chorus:]
Hey, now, you’re a Dalta, get your game on, go play
Hey, now, you’re a Gaeilgoir, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only Gaelscoil Choraín breaks the mold

It’s a cool classroom and they say it gets colder
You’re bundled up now wait ’til you get older
But the teachers beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the ripped picture

The pages we read are getting pretty thin
My water bottle’s getting warm so I might as well swim
My cóipleabhar’s on fire. How about yours?
That’s the way I like it and I’ll never get bored.

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for a copy
I need to get myself away from a nóta
I said yep, what a concept
I could use a little books myself
And we could all use a little change

Well, the years rang’s start coming and they don’t stop coming
Fed to na rialacha and I hit the ground running
Didn’t make sense not to learn for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see
So what’s wrong with taking the back streets?
You’ll never know if you don’t go
You’ll never shine if you don’t glow.

In west Ireland born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, “You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Gaelscoil.”

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my uniform on and said, “I might as well kick it.”

First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a plastic glass.
Is this what the people of Gaelscoil living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.

But wait I hear they’re prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don’t think so
I’ll see when I get there
I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Gaelscoil.

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a teacher who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain’t trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for the bus and when it came near
The license plate said “Gaeilge” and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, “Nah, forget it.”
– “Yo, home to Gaelscoil.”

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, “Yo home smell ya later.”
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air