歌曲 | The Mero |
歌手 | The Dubliners |
专辑 | Ireland's No.1 Folk Group |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : St.John | |
Somebody's under the bed | |
Whoever can it be? | |
I feel so very nervous | |
I call for Joanee | |
Joanee lights the candle | |
But there's nobody there | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
Skipping rope still turning | |
Children at their play | |
In and out of Clarendon Street | |
In and out to pray | |
I haven't prayed for twenty years | |
Or sung a happy song | |
Since praying went with innocence | |
And the devil played along | |
And we all went up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who's your man? | |
It's only Johnny '40 coats' | |
Sure he's a desperate man | |
Bang, bang shoots the buses | |
With his golden key | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
Me father was a stater | |
And me mother loved a tan | |
She loved her Hafner's sausages | |
And her soldier fancy man | |
Noel's up in Jacob's | |
And Mary's on the town | |
And I joined the transport union | |
When they said my nose was brown | |
And we all went up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who's your man | |
It's Alfie Byrne out walking | |
Sure he's a decent man | |
Bang, bang shoots the buses | |
With his golden key | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
I've a tanner for the Mero | |
And me confo money's hid | |
If Mary's in the family way | |
She can blame the Cisco kid | |
I'll be langers in the morning | |
Me longers need a patch | |
Ah, Jesus! There's lone' Martin | |
I hope he's won the match | |
Me uncle had a wolfhound | |
That never had to pee | |
But Hairy Lemon snatched it | |
Down on Eden quay | |
Now I have me primo | |
And me scapulars are blue | |
For helping the black babies | |
And Dolly Fossett too | |
And we all went up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who's your man? | |
It's Brendan Behan out walking | |
Sure he's a ginger man | |
Bang, bang shoots the buses | |
With his golden key | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
It's true that Dublin's changing | |
Since the pillar was blown down | |
By the winds of violence | |
That are buggering up the town | |
We used to solve a difference | |
With a digging match and a jar | |
But now they're all playing bang-bang | |
That's going too bleeding far | |
And we all go up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who's your man? | |
It's only me guardian angel | |
Get a large one for your man | |
There's no use bleedin' Russia | |
Sure now it's the holy hour | |
A plenary indulgence | |
And another baby power |
zuo ci : St. John | |
Somebody' s under the bed | |
Whoever can it be? | |
I feel so very nervous | |
I call for Joanee | |
Joanee lights the candle | |
But there' s nobody there | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
Skipping rope still turning | |
Children at their play | |
In and out of Clarendon Street | |
In and out to pray | |
I haven' t prayed for twenty years | |
Or sung a happy song | |
Since praying went with innocence | |
And the devil played along | |
And we all went up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who' s your man? | |
It' s only Johnny ' 40 coats' | |
Sure he' s a desperate man | |
Bang, bang shoots the buses | |
With his golden key | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
Me father was a stater | |
And me mother loved a tan | |
She loved her Hafner' s sausages | |
And her soldier fancy man | |
Noel' s up in Jacob' s | |
And Mary' s on the town | |
And I joined the transport union | |
When they said my nose was brown | |
And we all went up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who' s your man | |
It' s Alfie Byrne out walking | |
Sure he' s a decent man | |
Bang, bang shoots the buses | |
With his golden key | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
I' ve a tanner for the Mero | |
And me confo money' s hid | |
If Mary' s in the family way | |
She can blame the Cisco kid | |
I' ll be langers in the morning | |
Me longers need a patch | |
Ah, Jesus! There' s lone' Martin | |
I hope he' s won the match | |
Me uncle had a wolfhound | |
That never had to pee | |
But Hairy Lemon snatched it | |
Down on Eden quay | |
Now I have me primo | |
And me scapulars are blue | |
For helping the black babies | |
And Dolly Fossett too | |
And we all went up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who' s your man? | |
It' s Brendan Behan out walking | |
Sure he' s a ginger man | |
Bang, bang shoots the buses | |
With his golden key | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
It' s true that Dublin' s changing | |
Since the pillar was blown down | |
By the winds of violence | |
That are buggering up the town | |
We used to solve a difference | |
With a digging match and a jar | |
But now they' re all playing bangbang | |
That' s going too bleeding far | |
And we all go up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who' s your man? | |
It' s only me guardian angel | |
Get a large one for your man | |
There' s no use bleedin' Russia | |
Sure now it' s the holy hour | |
A plenary indulgence | |
And another baby power |
zuò cí : St. John | |
Somebody' s under the bed | |
Whoever can it be? | |
I feel so very nervous | |
I call for Joanee | |
Joanee lights the candle | |
But there' s nobody there | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
Skipping rope still turning | |
Children at their play | |
In and out of Clarendon Street | |
In and out to pray | |
I haven' t prayed for twenty years | |
Or sung a happy song | |
Since praying went with innocence | |
And the devil played along | |
And we all went up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who' s your man? | |
It' s only Johnny ' 40 coats' | |
Sure he' s a desperate man | |
Bang, bang shoots the buses | |
With his golden key | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
Me father was a stater | |
And me mother loved a tan | |
She loved her Hafner' s sausages | |
And her soldier fancy man | |
Noel' s up in Jacob' s | |
And Mary' s on the town | |
And I joined the transport union | |
When they said my nose was brown | |
And we all went up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who' s your man | |
It' s Alfie Byrne out walking | |
Sure he' s a decent man | |
Bang, bang shoots the buses | |
With his golden key | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
I' ve a tanner for the Mero | |
And me confo money' s hid | |
If Mary' s in the family way | |
She can blame the Cisco kid | |
I' ll be langers in the morning | |
Me longers need a patch | |
Ah, Jesus! There' s lone' Martin | |
I hope he' s won the match | |
Me uncle had a wolfhound | |
That never had to pee | |
But Hairy Lemon snatched it | |
Down on Eden quay | |
Now I have me primo | |
And me scapulars are blue | |
For helping the black babies | |
And Dolly Fossett too | |
And we all went up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who' s your man? | |
It' s Brendan Behan out walking | |
Sure he' s a ginger man | |
Bang, bang shoots the buses | |
With his golden key | |
Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai | |
And out goes she | |
It' s true that Dublin' s changing | |
Since the pillar was blown down | |
By the winds of violence | |
That are buggering up the town | |
We used to solve a difference | |
With a digging match and a jar | |
But now they' re all playing bangbang | |
That' s going too bleeding far | |
And we all go up to the Mero | |
Hey there! Who' s your man? | |
It' s only me guardian angel | |
Get a large one for your man | |
There' s no use bleedin' Russia | |
Sure now it' s the holy hour | |
A plenary indulgence | |
And another baby power |