Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Summers Day, artist - The Rumjacks. Date of issue: 05.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One Summers Day |
| They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole |
| A prick of a man we liked to call ‘Cock-a-doodled-Andy' |
| Drank a pint o' ‘truth-be-told', called the bride a filthy moll |
| There the party lost control & rioted ‘til Sunday |
| Toward the quay they went, spewed all o’er the pavement |
| Torched the halls o' Parliament & smashed up all the stores |
| The crusty invalids, the men, the women, the rusty lids |
| All played a game o' busty-heads & settled up old scores |
| Our Fathers never taught us nowt can fall into a fist |
| Our mothers never told us there’d be DAYS LIKE THIS! |
| Now we’re screamin' at the coppers with a belly full o piss |
| What a helluva way to celebrate yer day |
| Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse |
| away |
| Oh I love you so, don’t forget to write me tho' & I’ll return to you one |
| summers day |
| «No bottles! |
| No blades allowed» shouted Father Hugh MacLeod |
| Who kissed his beads, blessed the crowd & rolled upboth his sleeves |
| Soon I found me on the toes o' Blackie Anderson |
| Who promised he would put me on me arse before he leaves |
| He gouged an eye, he took an ear to match the one he took the year |
| I took away his Mary dear & made her all me own |
| The right, the left, the hook, he played the fox, I played the chook |
| And I carved him like a turkey to the bone |
| Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse |
| away |
| Oh I love you so, don’t forget to write me tho' & I’ll return to you one |
| summers day |
| Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse |
| away |
| Oh I love you so, don’t forget to write me tho' & I’ll return to you one |
| summers day |
| Sticks, stones, broken bones, bleedin' hearts & broken homes |
| All screamin' for the preacher wi' his holy wine & wafer |
| Still the pipes o' war howled away & way before thedust had even settled |
| We were in the mornin' paper |
| By the Merc’n’tile the mob were near collapse |
| When Casey barred the door & kicked the head off all the taps |
| And we pissed away the pain of all the punches and the slaps |
| 'til the wallopers came to sweep us off the bay |
| Oh I love you so, I hope I get to let you know before they lock my silly arse |
| away |
| Oh I love you so, don’t forget to write me tho' & I’ll return to you one |
| summers day |