He can claim all he wants, he wasn't born in Ireland, didn't grow up there, and is not irish. Ok, bottom line .. we (well most of us) don't want him ... I'll pay the ferryman for him

I may live in Oz, get an aussie passport and wish that my parents had emigrated before I was born so that I was Australian, and that I didn't have to bother with the visa hassle ... but that don't make me Australian.

I think he's ahead of his time in Ireland. The economy is collapsing. **** the ferryman they will be saying. He'll be paid second from last ahead of the taxman.

Was once at a wedding in Killarny and The De Burgh was there with his daughter. Dunno how he did it but he produced a thing of fine beauty.

Well the mother is a looker, and I hear the ferryman was pretty hot too ... maybe Mrs DeBurgh found alternative ways to pay the ferryman due Chris being a tight b*nker?

I've visions of a Pat Mustard type ferryman here.

He doesn't actually clarify which cheeks. One assumes face to face, but he could be advocating arse to arse. Or even arse to face.

I think I've just made an already dreadful song worse with that imagery.

His mother is Irish
He lives in ireland
He calls himself Irish
The law defines him as Irish

He's Irish.....and a prick.

I second the motion. Pun intended.

He's a man (or so he claims) .. and a prick.

This is more along the lines of what I was thinking

Precisely ... I assumed that when Frankie Goes To Hollywood said "Relax" they were talking about chilling out with a cup of cocoa and breaking out the Jaffa Cakes.

Then I saw the video and realised.

Will SOMEBODY think of the children?

And why wouldn't you think that? When he's singing, "when you want to suck to it, relax" it's easy to think he's advising caution when dunking your Jaffa into your cocoa. You don't want to be too heavy-handed and end up with spilt cocoa and risk being burnt.

The fact is, prospective passengers of this lyrical ferry do have support, in the form of Mr de Burgh, should they decide not to fix a price for their journey. Through the use of sharp, hard and possibly unseaworthy items, wrenched from his wretched vessel, the Ferryman may indeed have the power to illicit an entirely undesirable and unfair fixed price for whatever passage he offers, but, if one had the choice to travel with this captain, captive to his fixed prices, or with another more flexible and fair ferryman, one would in all likelihood, choose to float free. Vim, one should alse be wary of inciting violence amongst unwary would be water warriors, regardless of whether they are prepared to pay now or later. The concept of battery acid weilding passengers is an exciting, if unlikely, scenario but there are more practical and less overtly violent means by which passengers may determine their course and the cost thereof. I put it to you, if you were a ferryman, and proud owner of a very impressive ferry, would you listen to the wants and needs of a dozen drill carrying passengers? (Ferry passengers are always given a safety drill on boarding.) As well as the ferry, this united will to drill would put holes in any argument precluding post payment, thus eliminating concerns regarding ferry fury. (A lobby group which opposes pre-payment of ferry fares and ferry-drilling uses the slogan, "better bored than boring".)
As for concerns that Mr de Burgh's Lady in Red, dancing cheek to cheek, could in any way corrupt the young, may I remind you that the lyrics clearly state Mr de Burgh's admission that he has been blind. That being the case, how does he actually know he is dancing with a woman in red? The fact is, he doesn't. In reality, this is a highly charged political lyric. In the light of disambiguation, the lady may have actually been in blue and Mr de Burgh's lack of vision, combined with his excitement at dancing cheek to cheek with the left, may well have been just a trick tango with a soft skinned tory. Mr de Burgh concludes with the admission that he is where he wants to be. However, if we accept he has been blind, the truth in what he says is uncertain. Through all of this uncertaintly however, Mr de Burgh's message to today's youth is positive. In a recurrent theme throughout his hits, Mr de Burgh tells our young you can go wherever you want. On a boat or politically, all you have to do is close your eyes, hang on to your wallet and hope for the best.

What if the ferryman was in fact a spaceman, travelling on his ship from afar?

I remember he got caught years back for shagging the nanny or the cleaner or something. Hmmmph! So much for his "Lady in Red"...

The funniest thing on this thread is how the Irish posters are trying desperately to deny that Mr de Burgh is Irish!