Oh Maureen. . Maureen got married to a sanitation worker. She's livin' out in Brooklyn with her mother in law. And when her old man's sleepin'. Maureen comes creepin' down to the local bar.
Good, can you sing it faster?. I can do anything, here we go. . Neutron, proton, mass defect, lyrical oxidation, yo irrelevant. Mass spectrograph, your electron volt, atomic energy erupting.
Oh Maria, I'm so sorry I wrecked your wedding. You've just gotta believe me. But just the thought of you takin' your clothes off for that jerk. Oh, it got me drinkin'.
Good, can you sing it faster?. I can do anything, here we go. . Neutron, proton, mass defect, lyrical oxidation, yo irrelevant. Mass spectrograph, your electron volt, atomic energy erupting.
Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a rapper that's wack. as a matter of fact, I smack a back of the style, jackets are now. mellow minced, defeatin the mental.
Oh, oh, oh, oh. . Chuckie said, "I don't know what's goin' on. I'm down on my knees and I'm ah uh losin' it. Been up and down this New York town. Lookin' for a break just a fair shake of it".
One evening while out strollin' a friend. I chanced to see. He was begging behind a bottle. On Spring and Bowery. . He said, "I got some news for you.
Tryin man, Im tryin', lies and lies aint buyin. Where do I go, where do I go?. Tryin yes, Im strivin, lies and lies aint buyin. How does it go?. . Walk to a time when minds was one.
Amazin' phase, your days, your hazy ways, my blazing arrow. The rays that range from Asia way to Rio De Janeiro. A craze you crave but work today's the day that in a major way.
Oh, it's 6 o'clock and it's time to rock. And me head is beatin' like a drum. In the cold gray light, ah I feel like shite. And I can't remember last night's fun.
Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high. There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky. Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye.
When I'm on the mic, I stand tall with gall. Style worth more than anything you goin' find in mall. The treasure of the mutiny is what keeps you all enthralled.
In amidst, of the deep blue abyss. Without your love found chance. Energy surround, enhance spirit now aural pleasure. In amidst your souls across ropes.
Izzy was a tailor down the lower east side. The very man to top you off with dignity and pride. His mother wanted him to marry a Katz from Houston Street.
Six months out on the road. Don't know if I'm ever goin' home. Out there in the middle of America. Out of my head, feelin' hysterical. . Wishin' I was back in New York.
"Now, I thought I would talk about today. For your consideration, as the world turns. As the world turns, read in all these scriptures. About the world, find out that the world does turn".
(Irish lyrics). . Mo chreach gharchiseach. N rabhas ar do chlaibh. nuair lmhadh an pdar,. go ngeobhainn im chom dheas. n i mbinn mo ghna,. is go ligfinn cead siil leat.
I remember your eyes from the 12th of July. When the sirens were screamin' and the flames lit the sky. And you held me so tight, thought you'd never let go.
Now it's time for our wrap up. Let's give it everything we've got. Ready? Begin. . Artificial amateurs aren't at all amazing. Analytically, I assault, animate things.
Born on a black Monday, me mother screamin' curses. Me old lad in the pub losin' money on the horses. Me granny kicked in the door said, "Get a job, you bastard".