Irish Selection 1987:
Loudest Whisper - "Whisper, Whisper"

Whisper, Whisper

You don't need a space-age rocket ship
Yeah, it's easy to fly when you wanna go high
Just jump on your own ego trip

Press the button on your talking machine
You can talk to the man in the moon
Tell him you're on your way to the stars
And you'll be arriving there soon

You don't need a space-age rocket ship
It's easy to fly when you wanna go high
Just jump on your own ego trip

Whisper, whisper and nobody will hear
Because there's too much noise around
Shout aloud above the crowd
And ride your own merry-go-round

Poor, old Jack, yeah, he breaks his back
Working for the company
Does all he can, a quiet man
Serving so faithfully

But he'll never progress up the file
There's no place for the meek
The wheel that goes squeak
Is the wheel that'll get all the oil

Whisper, whisper and nobody will hear
Because there's too much noise around
Shout aloud above the crowd
And ride your own merry-go-round

Whisper, whisper and nobody will hear
Because there's too much noiѕe around
Shout aloud above the crowd
And ride your own merry-go-round

Ride your own merry-go-round, yeаh
Ride your own merry-go-round
Ride your own merry-go-round