Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Fine Lass You Are, artist - The Tossers.
Date of issue: 27.10.2008
Song language: English
A Fine Lass You Are |
O where are you now my love of mine |
I’ve had every drop of my brandy and wine |
Until I am safe within your arms |
My tears fill all of my days |
O say that you won’t leave me and say you won’t deceive me |
It’s a fine man you are, my God you have my heart |
Baby come to my uncles wake with me |
At your brothers parlour up the street |
And I’ll take you away for a drink with me |
And I will hold you close to me |
Do you remember the first time we met my love |
I was stunned at how pretty you are |
I couldn’t believe you would talk to me |
I hung on every word |
Wine comes in at the mouth |
Love comes in at the eye |
I lift my glass to my mouth |
I look at you and I sigh |
Well today have I told you, I love you |
That there’s no one else above you |
It’s a fine lass you are |
Oh my God, you have my heart |
I will break anyone’s goddamn neck |
If I hear that they’ve crossed you or broke your respect |
From Bridgeport to Beverly all of the time |
Chicago is yours now because it is mine |
Although our nights are empty my love |
You still can see the stars |
You are truly a light in this fucking dark |
And endless world of ours |
On a Sunday mornin' for church early |
With a kick my father would awaken me |
Shouting some verbal abuse at me |
Spewing drunk history, waving a gun at me |
So come sit you down upon my knee |
For I love how gentle you are |
I know you know what it’s like to be hurt |
Hell I even love your dog, Palais |
I will break your goddamn neck |
If I hear that you’ve crossed me or broke her respect |
I’m not the friend you knew back then |
You’re now entering the world of men |
The lights from the skyline reflect on the shore |
Of my beautiful city and the town I adore |
This city could crush you if you don’t step aside |
But this town will embrace you, because it is mine |
Chicago, it’s where we were born and it’s where we will go |
All the pubs and the bookies that I call my home |
Where warlords and con men like rats scurry home |
But I walk these streets without a care all alone |