It was Drupa Eve babe
In the Altstadt
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he drank his beer
Remembered exhibitions gone
When CTP was new
And digital print was young
Went into Hall number one
Where Heidelberg is strong
I’ve got a feeling
This press is for you and me
So happy Drupa
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When automation’s come
They’ve got halls big as towns
They’ve got rivers of ink
And the Rhine flows right past you
If you stop for a drink
When you first took my Mac
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Drupa was waiting for me
Heidelberg is so handsome
And Roland’s the pretty
Queen of Drupa City
When the demo was finished
They howled out for more.
Landa was swinging
The folders were singing
We went on to Ricoh
And watched inkjet fly.
The chords of the Drupa song
Were ringing through the halls
And the trams were bringing printers
From around the world.
You’re scuffing
You’re streaking
You’re an old press that’s leaking
Out of fit and your impression is off
You’re scumming, you’re marking
And your ink will not dry
Happy Drupa your arse
I pray God it’s our last
The chords of the Drupa song
Were ringing through the halls
And the trams were bringing printers
From around the world.
I could have bought a Landa
Well so could anyone
You took my jobs from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I imposed them with my own
Can’t fold them all alone
I built my firm around you
The chords of the Drupa song
Were ringing through the halls
And the trams were bringing printers
From around the world.
The Pogues made Fairytale of New York famous, but did not record the version dedicated to Drupa.
