: (instrumental)
: I recall the moment Before it slipped away When 5 green queens On a black bin bag Meant all the world to me And I recall the moment More distant
: In the big city Where the lights are low Cold dirty ground Where the rivers don't flow Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away In the big
: I met with Napper Tandy And I shook him by the hand He said "Hold me up for Chrissake For I can hardly stand" The most disgraceful journey On
: The dawn shines her light To scare off the night And the sun from his slumber is woken The bells are ringing out As the town crier shouts Words
: On the first day of March it was raining It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the
: Billy ran around with the rare old crew And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew Where Billy's bones
: Now the party's over And the money's all gone You remember feeling like Jesus' son Your girl has left your side And now you're gonna get crucified
: I like to walk in the summer breeze Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees And drink with my friends In the Hammersmith Broadway Dear dirty
: The bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights
: Thanks and praises Thanks to Jesus I bet on the Bottle of Smoke I went to hell And to the races To bet on the Bottle of Smoke The day being
: The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down A blade of light upon
: It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned
: Christy Brown a clown around town Now he's a man of renown from Dingle to Down I type with me toes Suck stout through me nose And where it's gonna
: Hello boys I've been away on a bit of a holiday To the land where the rivers freely flow And the cattle roam on the wild callagh Walking home three
: The boys from the village were festering sore For a day on the rant with some music and more They'd drink porter in Maura's way over in Fore And
: I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the cochona We
: Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream The girl from the Wadi Hammamat Lovely as a green parakeet I awake alone again In the desert of my dreams
