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Oh, it's 6 o'clock and it's time to rock |
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And me head is beatin' like a drum |
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In the cold grey light, ah I feel like shite |
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And I can't remember last night's fun |
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Then the foreman says "C'mon now boys, |
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Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work" |
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And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night |
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Instead of drinkin' in America |
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Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls |
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And I mix cement by the ton |
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With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout |
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Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun |
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Then I think of her up on Kingsbridge Road |
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Did she mean what she said last night |
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Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here... |
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Livin' in America |
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On me way downtown, I think of that clown |
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And the things that he said last night |
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Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk |
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Oh, I must look a terrible sight |
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Put me makeup on as I watch the sun rise high over Fordham Road |
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Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here |
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Livin' in America |
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Ah, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess |
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And the yuppies are networkin' again |
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Kiss their darlin's goodbye - "oh, we'll be late tonight |
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But we should be home by eleven" |
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Oh, me little dears dry up your tears |
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Your parents are too busy makin' money |
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Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here |
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Livin' in America |
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Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek |
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In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat |
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No sick days or benefits and for Christ sakes don't get hurt |
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The quacks over here won't patch you up unless they see the bucks upfront |
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Lookin' after babies fron crack of dawn 'til dusk |
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Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house |
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Is this what I've been educated for |
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To wipe the arse of every baby in America |
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Now the day is done, take the subway home |
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Squashed up like some sardine in a a can |
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In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam |
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'Til I'm feelin' half meself again |
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If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright |
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Ah what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained.... |
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And if she takes a chance, she might find romance |
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Now she's livin' in America |
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See him standing there with the ring in his ear |
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And the grin on the side of his face |
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With the fag in his mouth, oh I should watch out |
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For they say that he's a real hard case |
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Should I take me chance or say "no thanks" |
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Ah what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained |
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Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here |
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Livin' in America |
