Don't go walking down Chapel Street Down Chapel Street they'll jump you Cut your throat as soon as give you the eye Those wholesome girls down Chapel street Need some place to move their feet Before they soothe you with a lullaby At Bridie's Place the music's loud And there's my angel in the crowd
She's the kind of squeeze That you can't refuse Bedroom eyes and Demons In Her Dancing Shoes She's the kind of tease That means good news Bedroom eyes and Demons In Her Dancing Shoes
On Chapel Street the totters' carts Cry, Old rags and lumber People gassing, like the Tower of Babel On Chapel Street there's coffee bars Where the villains meet the stars And money's changing hands under the table We can dance till they beg for more Till they clear the floor, lock the door
My girl, she's a piece of work She's really got my number Loves those cast-offs and those hand-me-downs Dresses like a bride-to-be From some other century Stylish rags and ripped-up wedding gowns You don't have to face the mess When every day is fancy dress