Oh brothers and sisters across this fair land,
From the valleys of Antrim on down to Inch strand,
The moment of darkness is now close at hand
With the afternoon sun disappearing.
There’s no point in touching that radio band
For the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
They told us the news and we shivered with shock-
We’d always tune in around half three o’clock.
The ship would pull smoothly away from the dock,
With Margaret there gallantly steering,
Avoiding the reef and the deep submerged rock.
Now the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
It whitened our hair like a bolt from the blue,
And grown men declared that it couldn’t be true
That they undertook such an extensive review
Of the programme we’d all been revering.
Soon only enjoyed by a fortunate few
Now the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
A change for the better, or so they believe,
Though thousands of listeners are left here to grieve.
The wrong heads have rolled in this radio heave
If everything’s true that we’re hearing.
It just takes one phone call to earn a reprieve
For the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
It gave us a fillip, it gave us a lift,
We went with the flow and we flowed with the drift
Yes, we always tuned in for the afternoon shift
For the humour and great balladeering.
And now we are seriously, grievously miffed
That the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
The off-the-wall humour, the int’resting tracks,
The soft, lilting voice that can make you relax
When he asks you to text in or phone in or fax
In a way that is strangely endearing.
Driving home in the car with the sound turned to max.
Now the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
Our must-listen radio programme of choice,
The arguments over the Mystery Voice,
The summer is over, no cause to rejoice,
Oh no, there’ll be nobody cheering.
For midnight was always the home of Val Joyce,
And the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
Insomniacs everywhere jump with delight,
That lilting Cork accent will soon see them right
And will help them to get through the still of the night
And to banish the things they are fearing,
While the early morn risers will curse from a height
That the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
At the hour of the witches and of the undead,
Where angels are known to be fearful to tread,
He’ll be looking for listeners at nighttime instead,
But I don’t think I’ll be volunteering.
I can’t stay awake when I’m tucked up in bed,
Though the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
Those wry observations are running out fast,
Now clever and quirky are things of the past,
Let’s hope the great music goes out with a blast,
And I’m sure that the heat will be searing.
So thanks for the memories to John and the cast,
For the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
From the valleys of Antrim on down to Inch strand,
The moment of darkness is now close at hand
With the afternoon sun disappearing.
There’s no point in touching that radio band
For the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
They told us the news and we shivered with shock-
We’d always tune in around half three o’clock.
The ship would pull smoothly away from the dock,
With Margaret there gallantly steering,
Avoiding the reef and the deep submerged rock.
Now the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
It whitened our hair like a bolt from the blue,
And grown men declared that it couldn’t be true
That they undertook such an extensive review
Of the programme we’d all been revering.
Soon only enjoyed by a fortunate few
Now the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
A change for the better, or so they believe,
Though thousands of listeners are left here to grieve.
The wrong heads have rolled in this radio heave
If everything’s true that we’re hearing.
It just takes one phone call to earn a reprieve
For the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
It gave us a fillip, it gave us a lift,
We went with the flow and we flowed with the drift
Yes, we always tuned in for the afternoon shift
For the humour and great balladeering.
And now we are seriously, grievously miffed
That the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
The off-the-wall humour, the int’resting tracks,
The soft, lilting voice that can make you relax
When he asks you to text in or phone in or fax
In a way that is strangely endearing.
Driving home in the car with the sound turned to max.
Now the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
Our must-listen radio programme of choice,
The arguments over the Mystery Voice,
The summer is over, no cause to rejoice,
Oh no, there’ll be nobody cheering.
For midnight was always the home of Val Joyce,
And the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
Insomniacs everywhere jump with delight,
That lilting Cork accent will soon see them right
And will help them to get through the still of the night
And to banish the things they are fearing,
While the early morn risers will curse from a height
That the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
At the hour of the witches and of the undead,
Where angels are known to be fearful to tread,
He’ll be looking for listeners at nighttime instead,
But I don’t think I’ll be volunteering.
I can’t stay awake when I’m tucked up in bed,
Though the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
Those wry observations are running out fast,
Now clever and quirky are things of the past,
Let’s hope the great music goes out with a blast,
And I’m sure that the heat will be searing.
So thanks for the memories to John and the cast,
For the end of the Creedon Show’s nearing.
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