| Goodmornin' Da, oh I’m in gaol
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| I don’t need you to try for bail
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| If I know Ma, she’ll scream and wail
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| So just lock me up and throw away the keys
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| Well goodbye to my own Dublin dear
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| And goodbye to old St. Brigid’s there
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| Well I wasn’t born with this, but now I got it like the flu
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| I’m fuckin' useless, so what’s the point of impressing you?
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| Goodmornin' Da, oh I’m in gaol
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| I don’t need you to try for bail
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| If I know Ma, she’ll scream and wail
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| So just lock me up and throw away the keys
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| Well, I’d only fifteen pints but I could not see
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| When them damn skites got a hold of me
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| Well, I could say it was the whiskey, oh, but that it may not be
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| Or just the prospect here of something else to do
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| Goodmornin' Da, oh I’m in gaol
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| I don’t need you to try for bail
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| If I know Ma, she’ll scream and wail
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| So just lock me up and throw away the keys
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| Well I’ve always been a problem child
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| And I know that I have been too wild
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| I wasn’t born with this, but now I got it like the flu
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| I’m fuckin' useless, so what’s the point of impressing you?
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| Goodmornin' Da, oh I’m in gaol
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| I don’t need you to try for bail
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| If I know Ma, she’ll scream and wail
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| So just lock me up and throw away the keys
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| Well just lock me up and throw away the keys
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| I said just lock me up and throw away the keys! |