Letra de A Good Old Irish Bar
Every time I would come home from school my father spoke to me
Son, if you work hard, you will be rich
And my suspicious mother added better lend an ear
Son, if you work hard, you will be rich
And my suspicious mother added better lend an ear
Surely you will end up in the ditch!
Oh, my cousin always wore a tie
He'd gave me good advice
Join me at my banking company
You'll become a millionaire and you will swim in all that cash!
But my dear old granny said to me:
When they promise milk and honey
And the bankers gettin' chummy
Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off!
Fuck off!
So I'm grabbing my guitar
I would swap my house and car
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
Every Sunday when I went to church
The priest bent down to me
Pray and work and feather your own nest
And the nun agreed, as pious as can be
God is picky, he only likes the best!
So I was looking for my best mate to curry sympathy
But he went for the Caribbean sea
A winner of the first price in a lousy lottery
And my dear old granny said to me
When they promise milk and honey
And the bankers gettin' chummy
Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off!
Fuck off!
So I'm grabbing my guitar
I would swap my house and car
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
When they promise milk and honey
And the bankers gettin' chummy
Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off!
Fuck off!
So I'm grabbing my guitar
I would swap my house and car
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
When they promise milk and honey
And the bankers gettin' chummy
Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off!
Fuck off!
So I'm grabbing my guitar
I would swap my house and car
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
Oh, my cousin always wore a tie
He'd gave me good advice
Join me at my banking company
You'll become a millionaire and you will swim in all that cash!
But my dear old granny said to me:
When they promise milk and honey
And the bankers gettin' chummy
Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off!
Fuck off!
So I'm grabbing my guitar
I would swap my house and car
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
Every Sunday when I went to church
The priest bent down to me
Pray and work and feather your own nest
And the nun agreed, as pious as can be
God is picky, he only likes the best!
So I was looking for my best mate to curry sympathy
But he went for the Caribbean sea
A winner of the first price in a lousy lottery
And my dear old granny said to me
When they promise milk and honey
And the bankers gettin' chummy
Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off!
Fuck off!
So I'm grabbing my guitar
I would swap my house and car
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
When they promise milk and honey
And the bankers gettin' chummy
Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off!
Fuck off!
So I'm grabbing my guitar
I would swap my house and car
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
When they promise milk and honey
And the bankers gettin' chummy
Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off!
Fuck off!
So I'm grabbing my guitar
I would swap my house and car
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
For a drink in a good old Irish bar
