I go off to mass on Sunday And then it's back to the pub on Monday I've got a sister Meghan With a Celtic cross tattoo I'll tell you a few stories And
I got a fresh tattoo of a broken heart You'd think I'd learn by now but I ain't that smart Got a pocket full of nothing, a head full of lukewarm beer.
Well I wonder why it is that we have rascals rogues and losers We've got roustabouts rapscallions and a bucket load of boozers We've got balladeers
