Lively, sadly comic song about the misfortunes of an Irishman abroad.
The look of emerald green © 2017 John Vaughan & Vic Arnold
v1
Blind drunk again in Paddington D
a trail of pizza paves the street
Passers by roll their eyes
as he fights to remain on his feet
Fell out with a Aussie barman
at a Kilburn watering hole
Gobshite wouldnt give him credit
Tomorrow's when he draws his dole
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Shoves his hands deep in his pockets
all he's feeling are the seams
Slinking off alone and broke.
Dreams he'll get back home again.
Drawn toward a mirror's gleam,
he sees the look of emerald green
v2
Left his home town years ago
Heard London was the mother load
Digging ditches, washing dishes
Never found the streets of gold
Now he's in his lousy bed sit
Bugs climb up the fecking walls
On radio Eiriann, Christy sings and
takes him back to Annascaul
Inst. ch. Br.
Mammy dear, my stomach's shrunk
Dreams of riches all have sunk.
Tries to salvage what remains
of pizza flushing down the drain
ch & outro