I feel it in my finger and I feel it in my bones That my time's slipping bye by the bar oh my And I carry on a mission and I'm carrying the weight Of pint after pint, oh why oh why.
Love is all around but by the table that you sit by And my eyes inside just cry oh cry Feigning to be dandy and feigning to be fine I just have another pint oh I know why, (because...)
I Wish I had my finger in ye pie
I look into the mirror and I see a dozen faces Only none of them is mine, though all are fine Where am I to find my true mirror image But the bottom of the jar or a glass of wine.
Love is all around, so I call another round For the moment to be loved by the fine lads by Feeling truly wasted, I just topple on the floor Tender tapping on my shoulder saying CLOSING TIME
Oh I… Wish I had my finger in ye pie
Early in the morning with the devil in my belly Singing nasty little tunes of the drinks last night My finger on the phone, but I throw it on the telly and I reach out for the bottle right by my side And I wake up And I'm wasted And I'm lonely And I fancy, my finger in the pie, aye, aye