I'm Hannibal McGlynn
my tunic amber blush
As worn in Carthage until that Roman crush

We'll parade into your town
Have our elephants bow down
Make your ballroom smell of myrrh
Make the hills resound

Candy store in the Atlas Mountains
To Tanit's temple on Spancil Hill
"Boolavogue" sung for swingin' lovers
Booze not sold, chaste dreams fulfilled

Seven fast ones
Then a sad one
And a trad one

Shiny dinner suits for them
Skimpy camel skins for us
Hiberno-Futurism
This is our thrust

Did you catch our name?
- No, don't be stupid, names don't mean a thing to us
We all sound the same
- I don't care who you are, just play the Hucklebuck

Master musicians of Jajouka
Gnawa chanting and Berber drones
These inspired our half-hour improv jam on Green, Green Grass of Home

Round & round & round & round we we go,
band of show!

Did you catch our name?
- I don't think anybody cares what you are called
We all sound the same
- Just play the music that will make us jive and waltz

The Carthaginians...
We're The Carthaginians...
We're The Carthaginians...
Car-tha-ginians

Round & round & round & round we we go,
band of show (band of show)

In Philadephia
We met with old Sun Ra
A franchise deal - tadaa, Irish Arkestra!

Did you catch our name?
- No, don't be stupid, names don't mean a thing to us!
We all sound the same
- I don't care who you are, just play the Hucklebuck

Last chance, here's the name...
- Heard you the first time, that's enough, don't push your luck
We all sound the same
- That's the idea, now just play the Hucklebuck

Car-tha-ginians