Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paddy's Night Out, artist - The Wolfe Tones. Album song Sing out for Ireland, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Record label: Celtic Collections
Song language: English
Paddy's Night Out |
Was a wet day in London, me fortunes were crumblin' |
I was on me way back from building the job |
And the foreman that day, he saw nothing may way |
And the lorry ran over the sandals, begob |
I was hungry and thirsty and felt a bit down |
I went in for a little libation |
I’d five pints of porter, three Jimmies for starters |
Two pork pies and what — |
Some cabbage and bacon |
Though the day, it was dreary |
Now I felt a bit cheery |
In no time I was ready for action, begob |
And I played the old jukebox |
Pulled up the old blue socks — |
And winked at this young woman beside me, begob |
Wouldn’t it be, it would happen to me |
She winked back and she sat down beside me |
I told her me name and she told me the same |
Says I to her, «What?» |
«Then what are ya drinkin'?» |
«Come here, me old flower» I said then to her |
«It's the truth, I’m known as a liar» |
«Come here, me old flower, I’ve seen ya before!» |
«Give the woman in the bed there more porter» |
She’d a gin and a tonic and I felt supersonic |
For her figure was maybe the devil, begon |
With curves in right places |
Through satins and laces |
That would tempt an old bishop |
Though celibate, begob |
Me luck might be in and tonight I might sin |
Though last week I was just at confession |
But who gives a damn |
Sure would do me no harm |
To have me a bit — |
A bit of diversion |
Well, I was playing it cool |
As I do as a rule — |
When the barman was calling for time now, begob |
And she said with her sweet face |
She’ll come back to my place |
Was then that I knew she was mine now, begob |
Her place it was lush |
With carpets so plush |
She took off me ol' cap — |
Then the wellies |
But old daddy delay |
She wore a sweet negligé |
Like the girls wear on what — |
(On what?!) |
On page three or telly |
«Come here, me old flower» |
I said then to her |
«It's the truth, I’m known as a liar» |
«Come here, me old flower, I’ve seen ya before!» |
«Give the woman in the bed there more porter» |
I don’t mean to be crude |
But I stood in the nude |
With this goddess, this beautiful Venus begob |
She ruffled me duffle |
We kissed and we shuffled |
What a sight if me ma only seen us begob |
I was feeling quite grand |
With the business at hand |
When this photo I saw on the dresser |
Was herself and this man |
Oh, with dirty big hands |
For her husband was who — |
(Was who?!) |
Was Wild Bill the wrestler |
Although she was charming |
I felt alarming |
He was mean as a hairy… |
Gorilla, begob! |
«If he caught me in bed |
With his woman», I said — |
«He'd kill me for sure |
I can tell ya, begob» |
She said, now, don’t worry |
For he’d never hurry |
Don’t seen him at all |
He’s a messer |
The door opened that night |
And I got such a fright |
In the doorway was who — |
(Was who?!) |
Was Wild Bill the wrestler |
«Come here, me old flower» |
I said then to her |
«It's the truth, I’m known as a liar» |
«Come here, me old flower, I’ve seen ya before!» |
«Give the woman in the bed there more porter» |
With rage he was steaming |
His eyes they were gleaming |
Like a wild bull, he charged over to me, begob |
But I ducked his wild pass |
Kick him in the ass |
And ran like a hare for the doorway, begob! |
I’d have gotten away |
Without any delay |
But I tripped and fell over the carpet |
When I tried to get up |
Well this dirty old pup — |
Grabbed me by the what — |
(The what?!) |
By the leg and he pulled it |
«Come here, me old flower» |
I said then to her |
«It's the truth, I’m known as a liar» |
Don’t believe this old yarn |
Don’t believe this old rhyme |
For I’m pulling your leg like he’s pulling mine |
Tooraloo, Tooralay, with your toorali oorali ay |