The Wild Colonial Boy

Well I'm the Emerald Isle`s own son,
I was born on Stateside, Wisconsin
And your troubles sound like Hollywood,
They sound real good to me

The rush to be Irish now is on,
The queue is standing ten miles long
And would be green men stand in line,
To swap their stories tall

Well I have traced my past right back,
I`ve even checked and double checked
And I`m as sure as ever now
That I`m a leprechaun

And I know that if I get my chance,
That I can jig and reel and dance
Well, in between the killing
That`s what all us Irish do

And now a word from our sponsor;
"eat up all your TV dinner,
open up your wallet wide,
and let your green be seen

A people cannot live that way
Or so the songs and leaflets say
And all this time we`re trying hard,
To keep the niggers down

What with collection time and all,
With charities, functions and balls
It really gives me quite a thrill,
To kill from far away.

(Burgess/Coulter)

Even in the Dark Hours

Mornings come and go,
Times passed me by
And I don`t fee l like food anymore
My mail lies unopened,
the phone doesn`t ring,
and I`m lying alone on the floor.
What use are my friends,
Well they give me advice
About how I should make a new start
Well it`s alright for them,
They can listen and learn
While another kid pours out his heart.
I`ve read every line
But still I refuse
To accept that you`re not coming back
Well they're too many heartaches?
Well maybe it`s me
But I`d change if I just had you back
And even in the dark hours, I hope and hope
Days come and go,
Times passed me by
Never thought it would come to this
But now it`s begun, I don`t think that I
Could stop even if I tried.
Mornings come and go,
Times passed me by
And I don`t fee l like food anymore
My mail lies unopened, my mail lies unread
And I`m dying alone on the floor

(Burgess/Forgie)