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Charles James "Charlie" Haughey (16 September 1925 – 13 June 2006) was Taoiseach of Ireland, serving three terms in office (from December 1979 to June 1981, March 1982 to December 1982, and March 1987 to February 1992). He was also the fourth leader of Fianna Fáil (from 1979 until 1992). Haughey was first elected to Dáil Éireann as a Teachta Dála (TD) in 1957 and was re-elected in every election until 1992, he represented the Dublin North-East constituency from 1957 until 1973. The constituency lines were redrawn under the Electoral (Amendment) Act 1974 in an attempt to secure re-election for the sitting Fine Gael-Labour Party government in the 1977 election and Haughey represented Dublin-Artane in 1977, this constituency was abolished in 1981 and most of Haughey's electoral area was moved into the reformed Dublin North-Central constituency which he served from 1981 until his retirement in 1992. Haughey also served as Minister for Health and Social Welfare (1977–1979), Minister for Finance (1966–1970), Minister for Agriculture (1964–1966) and Minister for Justice (1961–1964). He also served as a Parliamentary Secretary to the Minister for Justice during the early years of his parliamentary career.
Tortilla chips
Are on my lips
And no one's pressed
Against my hips
Bad beat poet late at night
The city gets bright I can't see
The neon lights don't work on me
I am no watcher in the fight
Charlie says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful
They're all just mediocre men of the hour
If sex was love I'd be so set
I'd know the most that we could get
I never had the tits and ass
To go and take a master class
Charlie says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful
They're all just mediocre men of the hour
Mediocre models of the hour
Mediocre men
Mediocre men
You take me places and you make cool faces when our sex erases the lonely past and
You found me when I was first and ten against eleven men who could kick my ass
But anyway, it's probably gonna pass
I do not know but it's been said
The hero hogan was found dead
With something wrapped around his head
The price he paid was more than bread
Charlie's says nobody's got the strange and hidden power and
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
They're all just mediocre men of the hour
They're all just mediocre jokers of the hour
If what you're looking for is an action star
I'm a superstar stud with a formula car
And cleft in my chin and a facial scar, movin' hard
If a squeaky wheel gets the grease
I'm a road hog harley on my hands and my knees
I'm begging for your love please
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
No one is really beautiful
They're all just mediocre men of the hour
Mediocre men of the hour