Subject: Lyr Add: LIVIN' IN AMERICA (Larry Kirwan)
From:
jamas@gil.com.au
Date: 18 Jan 97 - 06:59 AM
Someone faxed me the lyrics -
I believe the tune is the same as or very similar to
'The Foggy Dew'
Just in case anyone else would like them :-
LIVIN' IN AMERICA
Oh it's 6 o'clock and it's time to rock
An' me head is beating like a drum
In the cold daylight I feel like shite
And I can't remember last night's fun
Then the foreman says C'mon now boys
Stick yo' finger down your throats and get to work
And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night
Instead of drinking in America
Oh I knock down walls with big iron balls
And I mix cement by the ton
With me tongue hanging out for a bottle of stout
Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun
Then I think of her up on Kingsbridge Road
Did she mean what she said last night
Oh Mammy dear we're all mad over here
Livin' in America
On me way downtown I think of that clown
And the things that he said last night
Did he mean 'em all or was it just drink talk
Oh I must look a terrible sight
Put me makeup on as I watch the sun rise high
Over Fordham Road
Oh Mammy dear we're all mad over here
Livin' in America
The kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess
And the yuppies are networking again
Kiss their darlings goodbye 'Oh we'll be late tonight
But we should be home by eleven
Oh me little dears dry up your tears
Your parents are too busy making money
Oh Mammy dear we're all mad over here
Livin' in America
Working with the black man
Dominican and Greek
In the snows of January
Or the drenchin' August heat
No sick days or benefits
And for Christ's sake don't get hurt
The quacks over here won't patch you up
Unless they see the bucks up front
Looking after babbys
From the crack of dawn 'til dusk
Changing dirty nappies and cleaning up the house
Is this what I've been educated for
To wipe the arse of every baby in America
Now the day is done take the subway home
Squashed up like some sardine in a can
In the Blarney Stone I drink a gallon of foam
Til I'm feeling half me self again
If she comes tonight I'll ask her outright
Ah what the hell -
Nothing ventured nothing gained
And if she takes a chance she might find romance
Now she's livin' in America
See him standing there with the ring in his ear
And the grin on the side of his face
With the fag in his mouth, oh I should watch out
For they say that he's a real hard case
Should I take me chance or say 'No thanks'
Ah what the hell -
Nothing ventured nothing gained
Oh Mammy dear we're all mad over here
Livin' in America
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Regards Tony
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