Enda Kenny: "I didn't realise it was a protest; I thought the paralympic team was home"

Enda Kenny has the common touch.

Wallace and Daly - we're all wondering

Well we are, aren't we?

By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cry.
Is it over me?
If it is, save your tears
for I'm not worth it, you see.
For I'm the type of boy who is always on the take,
whatever promises I break,
I'm telling you promises I break.

You had socialism, did you escape from the prison
over me?
If it's so I'd like for you to know
that I'm not worth it, you see.
For I'm the type of boy who is always on the take, mm,
whatever promises I make,
mm, promises I break.

Oh, you keep telling me, you keep telling me I'm your man.
What do I have to do to make you understand?
For I'm the type of guy who gives girl the eye,
everybody knows.
But I love them and I leave them,
break their hearts and deceive them everywhere I go.

Don't you know that I'm the type of man who never pays his tax,
ignores the Revenue Commissioners' fax.
wherever I lay my hat, oh oh, that's not really my home, mm yeh,
that's not really my home
and I like it that way.