| Oh I see you lookin' from the corner of your eye
|
| As I put on me make-up, hoist me skirt up high
|
| I won’t be comin' home tonight, just so as you know
|
| Lock up your door, boy, as you watch me go
|
| I bet you didn’t notice the highlights in me hair
|
| They weren’t put in for you to pay attention anyway
|
| I had just about enough of you and your auld line of chat
|
| I’m history 'round here, buachaillín — go chew on that
|
| Go and watch your Late Late show, sip upon your pint
|
| I warned you, now check out how you’ll feel
|
| The day you see me dressed in white
|
| Steppin' out to me wedding reel
|
| Off with you so, see if I care
|
| You’ve been nothin' but trouble since you came sniffin' round here
|
| A bit of peace and quiet wouldn’t go astray
|
| Give my head a break, woman, for at least a couple of days
|
| You never left well enough alone, «do this or bloody that!»
|
| Drove me to distraction, that’s a given fact
|
| I may not be the greatest but I’m a far cry from the worst
|
| You’ll soon miss my steady hand and know I was the best
|
| Damn right I’ll watch me Late Late show, sip upon me pint
|
| For I know I’m the only man who’d be
|
| Mad enough to spend all my life
|
| Steppin' out to your wedding reel
|
| Will you listen to the auld prate of him, he should have been a priest
|
| Him up on the altar and me down on me knees
|
| As stingy as the day is long, think only of himself
|
| Never dream a woman might take care of herself
|
| I’ll find meself a young fellah to keep me occupied
|
| Someone I can turn to in the middle of the night
|
| See you later, Alligator, I’m off to check the form
|
| If I don’t score at the disco, you can keep the bed warm
|
| Go and watch your Late Late show, sip upon your pint
|
| I warned you, now check out how you’ll feel
|
| The day you see me dressed in white
|
| Steppin' out to the wedding reel |