Let-me introduce me-self,
M'name ‘tis Paddy Green.
I am me mammy’s pride and joy
Oh A fine oul’ buachaillin!
I come from the county Waterford,
Near the village of Tramore,
I’ve been livingathome since I was one,
And now I’m forty-four!
Chorus:
I was born to be a Bachelor,
I’ll never walk down the aisle,
Me mam still makes me breakfast,
'm Livin’ it up in shtyle!
Girls, ye’ll never catch me!
Stayin’ single, that’s the plan
Booorn to be a Bachelor -- Sure I’m yer only man! Hah?
Into town on the Saturday night,
All the b’ys go on a spreee...
If you come down to the dishco,
You can have a drink with me!
With the ladies on the dance floor,
I’m a wild and crazy guy,
In me white socks and me black suede shoes,
and me thin red leather tie!
Chorus
I was born to be a Bachelor,
I’ll never walk down the aisle,
Me mam still makes me breakfast,
'm Livin’ it up in shtyle!
Girls, ye’ll never catch me!
Stayin’ single, that’s the plan
Booorn to be a Bachelor -- Sure I’m yer only man! Hah?
Then it’s off to mass next morning,
I’m wearin’ me Sunday best,
I’ve got no wife to fight with,
So I’ve no sins to confess!
After church, the married men
Go home, oh what a shame!
‘Cause I’m scullin’ da pints down at the pub
I’m watchin’ the football game!
Chorus
I was born to be a Bachelor,
I’ll never walk down the aisle,
Me mam still makes me breakfast,
'm Livin’ it up in shtyle!
Girls, ye’ll never catch me!
Stayin’ single, that’s the plan
Booorn to be a Bachelor -- Sure I’m yer only man! Hah?
I’m a ramblin’ ranter, I’m a rollin’ stone,
I’m a galavanter’ g’wan an leave me alone,
If yer out to get married, you’ll get no joy,
Cause I was born and bred to be a bachelor, buddyy!
Up in Lisdoonvarna,
They’ve an old matchmaker’s fair,
The girls all go a huntin’
So you’ll never see me there!
I’ve got a Russian sweetheart,
A fine oul’ thing is she!
She’s out in Vladivostok
And that’s close enough for me!
Chorus x2
I was born to be a Bachelor,
I’ll never walk down the aisle,
Me mam still makes me breakfast,
'm Livin’ it up in shtyle!
Girls, ye’ll never catch me!
Stayin’ single, that’s the plan
Booorn to be a Bachelor -- Sure I’m yer only man! Hah?
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Piña Colada in a Pint Glass - Gaelic Storm
La, La La La, La, La la la
La, La La La, La, La la la
She’s working as a waitress in Dublin,
Filling up the tourists with beer,
Stashing away a little cash every day,
For a ticket to ride out of here.
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day a little wetter and colder,
No more rain for this Irish Rose,
She’s gonna go (She’s gonna go!) where the palm trees grow!...
Chorus:
She wants a Piña Colada in a pint glass...
She wants to be where the summer won’t stop,
She wants gin clear water and the milk white sand,
A sunburned nose and a drink in her hand
With a pink umbrella on top!
She’s standing in line at the chipper,
Waiting for her curry and peas,
But dying for some of that papaya and rum,
And the kiss of a coconut breeze.
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day’s a little wetter and colder,
She’s bought a thong bikini and a big straw hat
She’s gonna go (she's gotta go) and she’s not coming back!
Chorus:
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day’s a little wetter and colder...
She’s cleaning up the tables on Sunday,
But she’s dreaming of the tropical night,
Another five or ten in her pocket and then,
She’ll be closer to the price of a flight!
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day’s a little wetter and colder,
She plays Beach Boys records and she dances alone,
And before (before) before she goes home...
Chorus x2
Musings: Most people know only four places in Great Britain: London, Manchester, Liverpool and Arsenal. It takes a while for them to realise that Arsenal is not a city at all.
La, La La La, La, La la la
She’s working as a waitress in Dublin,
Filling up the tourists with beer,
Stashing away a little cash every day,
For a ticket to ride out of here.
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day a little wetter and colder,
No more rain for this Irish Rose,
She’s gonna go (She’s gonna go!) where the palm trees grow!...
Chorus:
She wants a Piña Colada in a pint glass...
She wants to be where the summer won’t stop,
She wants gin clear water and the milk white sand,
A sunburned nose and a drink in her hand
With a pink umbrella on top!
She’s standing in line at the chipper,
Waiting for her curry and peas,
But dying for some of that papaya and rum,
And the kiss of a coconut breeze.
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day’s a little wetter and colder,
She’s bought a thong bikini and a big straw hat
She’s gonna go (she's gotta go) and she’s not coming back!
Chorus:
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day’s a little wetter and colder...
She’s cleaning up the tables on Sunday,
But she’s dreaming of the tropical night,
Another five or ten in her pocket and then,
She’ll be closer to the price of a flight!
Every night she feels a little bit older,
Every day’s a little wetter and colder,
She plays Beach Boys records and she dances alone,
And before (before) before she goes home...
Chorus x2
Musings: Most people know only four places in Great Britain: London, Manchester, Liverpool and Arsenal. It takes a while for them to realise that Arsenal is not a city at all.
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