A great song, written by Brian Warfield and recorded by the Wolfe Tones on "Sing Out for Ireland."

PADDY'S NIGHT OUT

'Twas a wet day in London. Me fortunes was crumblin'.
I was on me way back from the building, bejob,
And the foreman that day, he saw nuttin' my way
And the lorry ran over me sandals, beguv.
I was hungry and thirsty and felt a bit down.
I went in for a little libation.
I had five pints of Porter, three jimmy's for starters,
Two pork pies and what? Some cabbage and bacon.

Though the day it was dreary, now I felt a bit cheery.
In no time I was ready for action, beguv.
I played de oul jukebox, pulled up the oul blue sox,
And winked at dis young one beside me, beguv.
Wouldn't it be? It's what happened to me.
She winked back and then sat down beside me.
I told her me name and she told me the same.
Sez I to her, what? Then what are you drinkin'?

CHORUS: Come here, me young flower, I said unto her.
It's da truth, I'm known as a liar.
Come my young flower. I've seen you before.
Give the woman in de bed dere more porter.

She'd a gin and a tonic and I felt supersonic
For her figure was maybe the divil, beguv,
Wit' curves in right places, two satins and laces,
Dat would tempt an' oul Bishop though celibate, beguv.
Me luck might be in, and tonight I might sin,
Though last week I was just at confession,
But who gives a damn? Sure 'twould do me no harm
To have me a bit, a bit of diversion.

Well, I was playin' it cool, as I do as a rule,
When de barman was callin' for time now, beguv.
She said with her sweet face, you'll come back to my place.
It was den dat I knew she was mine now, beguv.
Her place it was lush, the carpet so plush.
She took off me oul cap and the willies.
Wit'out any delay, she wore a sweet negligee,
Like the girls wear on what? [ON WHAT?] On page three or telly.

CHORUS

I don't mean to be crude, but I stood in the nude
With this goddess, this beautiful Venus, begob.
She ruffled me duffle, we kissed and we shuffled.
'Twas a sight if only me ma had seen us, begob.
I was feeling quite grand, with de business at hand,
When did photo I saw on de dresser.
'Twas herself and dis man, Oh wi' dirty big hands
For her husband, was who? [WAS WHO?] Was Wild Bill de wrestler.

Although she was charming, I felt dis alarming,
He was mean as a hairy gorilla, begob.
If he caught me in bed, wi' dis woman I said,
He'd kill me for sure I can tell you, begob.
She said, now don't worry, for he'd never hurry.
Don’t see him at all. He's a messer.
The door opened that night, and I got such a fright
In de doorway, was who? [WAS WHO?] 'Twas Wild Bill de wrestler.

CHORUS

Wit' rage he was steamin', his eyes dey were gleaming,
Like a wild bull he charged over to me, begob.
Well, I ducked his wild ass, kicked him in de ass,
And ran like a hare for the doorway now, begob.
I'd have gotten away, without any delay,
But I tripped and fell over de carpet
When I tried to get up, why dis durty big pup,
Grabbed me by de what? [DE' WHAT?] by the leg and he pulled it.

CHORUS: Come here me young flower, I've said and to her,
It's de truth, I'm known as a liar.
Don't believe this aul yarn, don't believe dis line,
I'm pulling your leg, like he's pulling mine.

Too-rah-loo, too-rah-lay, wit' yer too-rah-lie, ooh rah lie ay.