don't you know it was love at first sight when he saw her standing there with her little armalite christian dior combat jacket and her velvet black beret her foster grant sunglasses she just stole his heart away
chorus: where would he be the sensitive rebel boy if it wasn't for the support of his strong willed pride and joy where would he be when his mind's all in a whirl if it wasn't for the love of his radical rebel girl
as she marches up the falls road in her long golden braids she's the finest looking colleen in the easter parade as she leads the colour party with the flags flying high there's no one else can match her she's the apple of his eye
no use looking in the kitchen you'd be wasting your time she's out there organizing on the picket line a source of inspiration and a sister through and through she don't want second best only first class will do