Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] It’s three in the morning in County Kildare The kettle is quiet There’s hair everywhere Cinnamon’s howling on top of the press Rocky’s in flour A ghost in a mess [Chorus] Oh Cinnamon Rocky and Latte You feckin’ furry crew (hey!) We fed you We wed you We’d gladly have not met you We’re begging the saints and the angels “What are we meant to do?” When the cats start a céilí at three-oh-two [Verse 2] Auntie Maeve’s buried deep in her quilt Young Niamh dreams grand of a world free of silt Latte decides that her face is a drum Paws on her forehead A whiskered “ta-dum!” [Chorus] Oh Cinnamon Rocky and Latte You feckin’ furry crew (hey!) We fed you We wed you We’d gladly have not met you We’re begging the saints and the angels “What are we meant to do?” When the cats start a céilí at three-oh-two [Bridge] [Half-time Storyteller hush] Cinnamon sprints up the curtains in flight Rocky plays skittles with jars in the night Latte licks butter Then thrones on the bread They all start a sprint on the auntie’s head (oh Lord) [Chorus] Oh Cinnamon Rocky and Latte You feckin’ furry crew (hey!) We fed you We wed you We’d gladly have not met you We’re praying to Brigid and Patrick “Take one or maybe two!” But you’ll still dance a céilí at three-oh-two [Chorus] Oh Cinnamon Rocky and Latte We love and curse you too (hey!) You wreck the place nightly You own us outrightly We swear every dawn “We are done We are through!” Till we nap with the demons at half-past two
Tags
folk, Rowdy Irish pub-folk romp with female vocals, fast fiddle leads and bouncing bodhrán; verses clip along like a drunken story, chorus explodes with gang shouts and clapping. Tin whistle and accordion weave around the melody; last chorus double-time with stacked harmonies and a big stomp-along outro., irish folk, sleep, comedy
Duration
2:24
Instrumental
No
Created
1/22/2026