Several shady alleys I walked all around the country And I tasted many sour taps in Donegal and Kerry, But I find myself returning to Saucy Mary’s House For the finest barley cream in Ireland anywhere around.
For though I know she has the clap she is no ailment as far as, My urges go in life the way my happiness is born For when I tap her on the arse her eyes glow with pleasure And she gently floods my inner woe with measure after measure.
Oh, whatever may come and whoever may go, I say: "Why don’t we drink some more?" Oh, Whenever I come, wherever I go, I say: "why don’t we drink some more?"
Bless my soul, I saw the rising sun in many a dirty ditch, Many hitches overcame, though not more then me due, And never I called any ladies bitch anywhere I went Though the number of the pubs I went to’re more than just a few.
For what I looked for wasn’t fame but life as tasty as can be And never I failed to drink the ale that any tap could yield, But I find myself returning to Saucy Mary’s House For the finest barley cream in Ireland anywhere around.
Oh, whatever may come, whoever may go, I say: "Why don’t we drink some more?" Oh, whenever I come, wherever I go I just keep on drinking more.
Oh, whatever may come, whoever may go, I say: "Why don’t we drink some more?" Oh, whenever I come, wherever I go I just keep on drinking more.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
