chance would be a fine thing

Driving into the city of Dublin in warm sunshine.
The posters of girly girl politicians flash by my window.
Every lamp post is festooned.
Mother Ireland you're rearing them yet.
At the traffic lights near Inchicore, I catch Labour Party candidate Maria Parodi leering down at me suggestively from a poster.
Presumably she's suggesting I vote.
But I couldn't swear to it.
She's sure as hell suggesting something.
An odd cheeriness takes my spirit.
The ghost of Kim Carnes appears in the passenger seat of my car.
Kim Carnes gives me a nudge, points at the poster, and together we launch into a new version of her famous song Betty Davis Eyes.
We sing:

"She's a Labour Party babe.
She's as cold as ice.
She's as pure as Ballymun snow.
She's got Maria Parodi eyes.
She might eat you.
She might beat you.
She floats up there to meet you.
But not like those Fianna Fail goats.
Dangling from the other lamp posts.
She will tempt you and she will treat you.
She wants more than an electoral surprise.
She's got Maria Parodi eyes.
Yes, she's got Maria Parodi eyes.
She will hold you,
She will fold you,
Into a socialist worker she will mould you.
You will notice,
That she knows just what it takes to get your vote-ez.
She's unconcscious,
Of your surmise,
Because she's got Maria Parodi eyes.
Yes she's got Maria Parodi eyes.
She will heat you.
She will sweet you.
She always thanks you when she meets you.
She may want to nationalise the banks.
But she's not like those commie Sinn Fein skanks.
Cos she's got Maria Parodi eyes.
Yes, she's got Maria Parodi eyes."

Me and Kim Carnes laugh a lot at this for truly we are both of us much drawn to the simpler pleasures in life.