Elle! Do you know the number one reason Behind all bad hair decisions? Love! You're lost without your love You're heart is on the floor
I can help you, I've been there before When I need to relax I just put on some tracks From this CD I bought for the store Isn't that relaxin'? It's called Celtic Moods!
When I'm lonely or feeling dejected I play this and it never fails I pretend like I'm in Ireland With Enya and the whales
When my telephone gets disconnected Or I spend every night alone I pretend like I'm in Ireland Where the Irish bagpipes drone
Smell the grass as a rainstorm is endin' People smile while I stroll pass their farms With a red headed sailor named Brenden And we dance without moving our arms
And he bought me like fourteen beers And he told me that he was from Ireland So I lived with him ten years
If I squinted he looked like my sailor Through my boozy delusional fog But he dumped me for some slut named Kayla Took my trailer and took my dog
In Ireland they know how to love you You embrace in the misty Irish breeze And if your Irish boy tires of you You're allowed to shoot him in the knees
Hey, you look like that poster for Ireland Long blonde hair and that sweet sunny face Oh no, wait that's the poster for Sweden Oh, screw it, I'll never see either place
But a girl sweet as you has a future You have hope as each new day dawns Girls like you always get to see Ireland Give my love to the leprechauns