| I used to wonder where my da was at night
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| When him and ma would start to fight
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| Out soaked in 95th street beer
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| It was the strap I had to fear
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| As he would prowl around the southside at night
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| I’m old enough now in these places to be seen
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| With every gobshite fuckin tinker and jackeen
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| To Christina’s place I’m drunk as hell
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| Or even the Ashford house as well
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| There was always one place that kept me in
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| Your always welcome at teehans
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| Any time of the year
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| You’re always welcome at teehans
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| And I wish you were here
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| While Shawn was outside pissing in the row
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| Regis was in the back counting her dough
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| And Sue and Eileen were there
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| Without a bother or a care
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| Linda had your last shot before you’d go
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| Now our resident philosopher is Noel
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| And soon enough it’s two and time for him to go
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| But we’re not done no fucking way
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| It’s back to the west side where I stay
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| And the four o’clock bars that never close
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| I’ve shook hands with city fathers and with cogs
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| And simple men that climbed in from the bogs
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| That said that music is a higher call
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| Than philosophy and art and all
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| The wisdom thats created by these dogs
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| Now when I left home the fire it was lit
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| To keep the faeries out my ma went into fits
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| And it was way down in Berlin
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| They cursed me for an Englishman
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| But to tell the truth I cannot give a shit |