There once was a fella called Van
To his devotees, Van was the man
But if you’re lookin’ for banter
You should take off at a canter
For Bono’s yappin’ (as only he can)
Aul Ivan has written great tunes
About lovin’ and livin’ he croons
But if ye go to his show
At ninety Euros a go
All ye get is a face like stewed prunes
Then Ivan is straight out the door
While the crowd is left shouting for more
Like a greyhound on the gun
He shoots back up the M1
Yis can sing what yis want for the encore
