Sir Reg - Feck The Celtic Tiger | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Sir Reg
• Feck The Celtic Tiger

Lyrics by Brendan Sheehy

There's another flippin' youngfella who's running from his land
with money in his pocket, there's a ticket in his hand
Well maybe he's off to America or England or Oz
but I tell ya he'll be better off without the bloody sods

Ah, take me away to the promised land
where the beer is so much better and the women understand
Oh, take me away to the promised land
and "Feck the Celtic Tiger", said yer man

Well they're talking of recession and the property is down
Sell your Fiat Puntos boys, and head on into town
The tiger's had it's glory and they're laying off in droves
but I tell ya we'll be better off without the bloody rogues

Ah, take me away to the promised land
where the beer is so much better and the women understand
Oh, take me away to the promised land
and "Feck the Celtic Tiger", said yer man


Sir Reg еще тексты