Monday mornin' standin' on the corner, pardon me if we're getting in your way We'll tip our hats, be you native here or foreigner, drop a coin if you're likin' what we play
Singin' hey diddle dee answer me this riddle, Hey diddle do tell me what you will, Dance all day with the Cat and the Fiddle, come and lay with the heather on the hill
Ward the cold from your fingers as you're clappin' hands, keep the rhythm with the tappin' of your feet Fiddle music mingling with the rappin' bands, blind men dance as they're walking down the street
We'll sing our songs of places that are far away, kings and castles, heroes brave and bold Never travel farther than a bar away, whiskey keeps our spirits from the cold
Tomorrow we'll be just where we were yesterday, now we find that the night is getting long We'll disappear into the dusty alleyway, all you hear is the echo of our songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
