Come hear the story of Ian and Van,An East Belfast singer and a North Antrim fan.It’s a saga of courage of faith and of hope,A lesson in living and learning to cope. Though he gained global fame with a mike and a sax,In his spare time Van Morrison studied the vax.He went on to night school and learned all the scienceAnd he pondered the benefits of lockdown compliance. Then he scorned all the experts, the W.H.O.,Stuff all their data, sure what would they know?So he took to his study and wrote all day longAnd emerged late at night with a shite lockdown song. He’d worked out the truth and he wanted to say it,But at the end of the day he’d nowhere to play it.For the pig fascist cops had closed the place downAnd a deep deadly silence draped city and town. And who was to blame for this horrible crime,What evil destroyer, what sick human slime?And the name of the demon, Beelzebub’s pawn,Was the Ballymena man-beast, Wee Robin Swann.
