Christy Brown a clown around town. Now he's a man of renown from Dingle to Down. I type with me toes. Suck stout through me nose. And where it's gonna end. God only knows. Down all the days. The tap-tap-tapping. Of the typewriter pays. The gentle rattling. Of the drays. Down all the days. I have often had to depend upon. The kindness of strangers. But I've never been asked. And I never replied. If I supported Glasgow Rangers. Down all the days. The tap-tap-tapping. Of the typewriter pays. The gentle rattling. Of the drays. Down all the days.