Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Freak of Enniskillen, artist - Fiddler's Green. Album song Heyday, in the genre Фолк-рокDate of issue: 07.03.2019
Record label: Deaf Shepherd
Song language: English
The Freak of Enniskillen |
| I was born at noon time with bottle in my hand |
| The midwife screamed and dropped me |
| 'Cause she couldn’t understand |
| Why a newborn would be wearing ragged clothes right from the start |
| And instead of lettin' out a cry, let rip a stinkin' fart |
| I headed for the front desk, on the way I kissed the nurse |
| Stumbled out the door and hijacked what appeared to be a hearse |
| I kicked it into gear and put the pedal to the floor |
| At the pub I hit the brakes, the casket slid out of the door |
| Go, go, go, rolling down the hill |
| Go, go, go, come and get your fill |
| The kindergarten playground was a bore when I arrived |
| But the kiddies started laughin' when I taught them out to drive |
| The teacher came a runnin', shook her walking stick at me |
| I crashed the gate, we all made off, I set the kiddies free |
| Go, go, go, running down the hill |
| Go, go, go, come and get your fill |
| Not a winner, I’m a sinner |
| I let everybody down |
| And they spit into my face |
| I’m a king without a crown |
| Call me loser, call me boozer |
| Call me anything you want |
| Find me creepin', find me sleepin' |
| In the bars I used to haunt |
| The Freak of Enniskillen was a liar and a cheat |
| Always drinkin', up to trouble, wreakin' havoc in the street |
| But he never bowed his head, he never held his cap in hand |
| What it was that made him laugh so hard, we’ll never understand |
| Go, go, go, rolling down the hill |
| Go, go, go, come and get your fill |
| Go, go, go, rolling down the hill |
| Not a winner, I’m a sinner |
| I let everybody down |
| And they spit into my face |
| I’m a king without a crown |
| Call me loser, call me boozer |
| Call me anything you want |
| Find me creepin', find me sleepin' |
| In the bars I used to haunt |
| He’s no winner, he’s a sinner |
| He lets everybody down |
| When they spit into his face |
| He’s a king without a crown |
| Call him loser, call him boozer |
| Call him anything you want |
| Find him creepin', find me sleepin' |
| In the bars he used to haunt |
| Not a winner, I’m a sinner |
| I let everybody down |
| And they spit into my face |
| I’m a king without a crown |
| Call me loser, call me boozer |
| Call me anything you want |
| Find me creepin', find me sleepin' |
| In the bars I used to haunt |
| He’s no winner, he’s a sinner |
| He lets everybody down |
| When they spit into his face |
| He’s a king without a crown |
| Call him loser, call him boozer |
| Call him anything you want |
| Find him creepin', find me sleepin' |
| In the bars he used to haunt |