The Town Pants Lyrics
The Town Pants Lyrics
"Tim Finnigan's Wake Lyrics"
Memory Lyrics
[Falk:] Oh, I dare not to sleep anymore Cause I see her face in every nightmare In all the windows of my haunted house And when I dream a dream of flowers I wake up in my hand a bloody rose 'Blood shall
[Falk:] Oh, I dare not to sleep anymore Cause I see her face in every nightmare In all the windows of my haunted house And when I dream a dream of flowers I wake up in my hand a bloody rose 'Blood shall
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd;
He'd a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
With a love of for the liquor poor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn.
Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the t
On/Off Lyrics
I couldn't believe what I was seeing Faces all screwed up like what I'd done I didn't mean to hurt you so much I knew it would hurt you but not like this We all make a mess from time to time dear But it'll take me a
ruth I told youI couldn't believe what I was seeing Faces all screwed up like what I'd done I didn't mean to hurt you so much I knew it would hurt you but not like this We all make a mess from time to time dear But it'll take me a
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
One mornin' Tim felt rather full
His head was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed,
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head.
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
Fir
Get Up And Get High Lyrics
Looking at the world like an insect Buzzin' in the sky Drifting on the waves of life On a trip - bathing in the sun Waiting for a dream - visions unseen In peace - ruthless like a snake Crawling in the dust
st they brought in tay and cakeLooking at the world like an insect Buzzin' in the sky Drifting on the waves of life On a trip - bathing in the sun Waiting for a dream - visions unseen In peace - ruthless like a snake Crawling in the dust
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
Arragh, hold your gob said Paddy McGhee!
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
And then the war did soo
Born Too Late Lyrics
Every time I'm on the street People laugh and point at me They talk about my length of hair And the out of date clothes I wear They say I look like the living dead They say I can't have much in my head They
n engageEvery time I'm on the street People laugh and point at me They talk about my length of hair And the out of date clothes I wear They say I look like the living dead They say I can't have much in my head They
'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began.
Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
The corpse revives! See how he raises!
Timothy rising from the bed,
Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"