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I came home late on a Sunday, the house was a screaming zoo
I couldn't tell if it was a party or a full-on wrecking crew
Barrels of booze in my bathroom, bodies all over my floor
They were charging me a cover at my own front door!

When the whole thing's over, there's gonna be hell to pay
'Cause when it's upside, downside, inside out, what more can you say?

Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Cad e an sceil a buachail? What's the rumpus?

A pack of Peruvian peddlers, giving Guinness to their llamas
One came out of my bedroom, he was wearing my best pajamas
Half a dozen dancers doing hornpipes on the bar
Something running in the kitchen, and it might have been my car

When the whole thing's over, there's gonna be hell to pay
'Cause when it's upside, downside, inside out, what more can you say?

Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Cad e an sceil a buachail? What's the rumpus?

Walshie's waltzing with a tree, Pete and Podge were on their backs
Drunken Monkeys drinking Draino and the guarda's in the jacks
People hanging out my windows and bowling down my hall
Mad music loud enough to shake the shingles off the wall

When the whole thing's over, there's gonna be hell to pay
'Cause when it's upside, downside, inside out, what more can you say?

Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Hey Pah da-da-da-da yah hah what's the rumpus?
Cad e an sceil a buachail? What's the rumpus?

A hundred days at sea, A wretch away from misery
Rummies and rats and tarry jacks my only family
The island of salvation is still a scream a way
As the lungs of the night blow out the light my heart kneels down to pray

Lord why did you take her She meant so much to me
Now I'm a wretched soul on a privateer drowning out at sea
I'm killing and I'm drinking my blue heart to black
But I swear, oh Lord, I'll never sin again if you bring her back

Gypsy was a siren, Dripping with desire
Her moonless hair and skin so fair as warm as frozen fire
She had the loyalty of a cat, behind those pale green eyes
And through her cherry lips the devil slipped, a thousand lies
A clan of rogues and vagabonds occupied her head
That thieving band took her pale white hand and stole her from my bed
And like a ghost ship in the night she drifted out once more
To land upon the sand of another lover's shore

Lord why did you take her she meant so much to me
Now I'm a wretched soul on a privateer drowning out at sea
I'm killing and I'm drinking my blue heart to black
But I swear, oh Lord, I'll never sin again If you bring her back

In my sleeping mind she sings a sad and lonely lullaby
When I wake there's just the ache it will haunt me till I die
When those winds of vanity no longer blow her west
I pray they'll guide her home (across the foam) and put my heart to rest
Press gang filled this Man-o-War To make the black mouthed cannon roar
Now all my trade is ball and blade, and blood forever more
And the sting of salt and spray, the ocean's howl and squall
A stumbling wreck, I roam the deck, at the devil's beck and call.. at the devil's beck and call

Oh, Lord, why did you take her She meant so much to me
Now I'm a wretched soul on a privateer Drowning out at sea
I'm killing and I'm drinking my blue heart to black
But I swear, oh Lord, I'll never sin again if you bring her back

T'was up in the Bluestack mountains, D'arcy kept a bit of a still
We were sneaking home a bottle, when the guards came up the hill
“Lose the booze” cried D'arcy and before we could reply,
He'd dumped it in the nosebag of his donkey standing by.
The donkey had a ganky leg, and only one good eye.
When he got a lick of the whiskey, he'd swear that he could fly
He rocketed through the roundabout, and down by Jamesie's bar,
Then he vaulted through the hedges at the track at Ballintra

Here's to you, to me and one and all
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall
Here's to you, to me and one and all
The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

The garda chased the donkey, and we followed in pursuit,
For fear they'd spill the whiskey, we begged them not to shoot
We barreled through the turnstiles, we got there just in time,
To place our bets before the lot of ‘em reached the starting line.
The flag was up, the race was on, the donkey looked behind
He saw the guards were after him but sure he didn't mind
He had himself another sip, and a second one as well,
Then bucked and kicked and knocked the competition all to hell.

Here's to you, to me and one and all
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall
Here's to you, to me and one and all
The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

The donkey passed the post about a lap or two ahead
He finished off the whiskey, then toppled over dead
We went to check the bets and found when everything was done
The garda came in second and paid 25 to one!
So we dragged the donkey's carcass down to Jamesie's for a pint
To drink up all our winnings, and to celebrate the night
We missed the poor old donkey, but still we had to laugh
When Jamesie made a trophy of the donkey's better half

So raise a beer in the air, to the famous derriere
Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass!
Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass!

Here's to you, to me and one and all
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall
Here's to you, to me and one and all
The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

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Just a small request from this human to a god.
Let me ask you a favor that might seem a little odd,
I'm at a loss
I need to cross the ocean wide and I need to do it soon,
Like tomorrow afternoon
if that's okay,
Loan me some wings for a day.
Loan me some wings for a day.

They don't need to be Angel's wings, I'm sure they're in demand
Something better than a chicken or a penguin would be grand.
I just can't wait
She's set the date to marry him and it really should be me,
Which explains the urgency,
I can't delay
Loan me some wings for a day.
Loan me some wings for a day.

I promise I won't use them for a daredevil career,
I won't buzz the White House, or race seagulls at the pier
I won't get caught
Doing naughty things with pigeons
Or cropdusting in Des Moines
I won't run off to join,
Cirque de Soleil
Loan me some wings for a day
Loan me some wings for a day.

BRIDGE

Loan me some wings for a day.
Loan me some wings for a day.

I wouldn't ask this of anybody else, I'm sure you sympathize
Cause you're the one who made those lips, and put the sparkle in her eyes,

It's not your fault I said the things I said
I don't blame you for making me a fool
But with these wings I'll fly straight to her side
This time I'll follow through
Ah, c'mon' God… I'd do the same for you…

Just a small request from a human to a God,
Before she throws that last bouquet…
Loan me some wings for a day.
Loan me some wings for a day.

He saw her every day she was working at the 7-Eleven,
He would buy two hot dogs or some nachos or a Slim Jim
just so that he could see her pretty face.
Then he got up the nerve to ask her out one day
and she replied flat out, "no chance, no way"
but in his mind, this is what he heard her say,

"Will you meet me on the corner?
I'll be wearing something pretty, just for you.
You can hold my hand, kiss my cheek;
We'll be together forever.
You may be the very best thing that ever happened to me

Well she must have forgotten or dog got sick or something like that
'cause he waited on that corner, hour after hour
then he went back to his flat by himself and watched TV,
but the very next day he tried again, and she replied
"not if every other man on this earth were dead" but I swear
this is what he thought she said,

"Will you meet me on the corner
I'll be wearing something pretty just for you.
You can hold my hand, kiss my cheek.
We'll be together forever.
You may be the very best thing that ever happened to me."

Well, he could not help himself, so he begged her just to listen
to what he had to say, he said that beauty is only skin deep.
It's what's inside that counts, she said "alright" so he told her
all about how he likes to take long walks in the park, sunsets,
riding motorcycles, watching foreign movies, reading books about
lands that are far far away, and how one day he's gonna travel round the world
singing songs about people and places and finally
she said the words that he heard in his head, she said "Okay, shut up!

I will you meet you on the corner
I'll be wearing something pretty just for you
You can hold my hand, kiss my cheek; we'll be together forever.
You may be the very best thing that ever happened to me;
best thing that's happened to me..."

On a steamer bound for Baltimore
I said that's no fun, I've been there before,
So I jumped ship near Singapore
With a cook from Mexico.

Got me a bowl of shark-fin soup,
Ducked into a bar for a couple a scoops.
Played some texas-stud with a circus troop
and they cleaned me out of dough...
cleaned me out of dough.

Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story
No harm, no foul, no crime.
Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story
It'll get ‘em every time.

At dawn they all went back to bed,
I went to Borneo instead,
Had a hair-of-the dog for my shrunken head,
With the sultan of Brunei

Had a small bit of a seizure
On the way to Micronesia
Got a bad case of amnesia
I forgot to say goodbye...
forgot to say goodbye

Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story
No harm, no foul, no crime.
Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story
It'll get ‘em every time.

Stopped in Tajikistan on the way to Iran,
Took a break in Jamaica to work on my tan,
Swam from Cayo Fragoso to Carriacou

I climbed Machu Pichu in darkest Peru
Had a pint with the pope and played pool with the queen
She's good with a stick if you know what I mean

I once had a job riding bulls in Montana
I taught Jimi Hendrix the star-spangled banner,
I've been to Morocco, Malawi, Macau
I know how to fly, but I won't tell you how...
been to Morocco, Malawi, Macau
I know how to fly, but I won't tell you how

Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story
No harm, no foul, no crime.
Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story
It'll get ‘em every time.

Bought an ice cold Coca-cola
From a Congolese High-Rollah
Got deported from Angola
To a castle on the Rhine.

Ask anyone that knew me,
The Emir of Bahrain sued me,
I was in a Blockbuster Movie
And I didn't make a dime.

Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story
No harm, no foul, no crime.
Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story
It'll get ‘em every time.

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Beidh aonach amárach i gContae an Chláir
Beidh aonach amárach i gContae an Chláir
Beidh aonach amárach i gContae an Chláir
Cé mhaith dom é, ní bheidh mé ann?

A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mhuirnín ó, ná héiligh é.

Níl tú a deich ná a haon déag fós
Níl tú a deich ná a haon déag fós
Níl tú a deich ná a haon déag fós
Nuair a bheidh tú trí déag beidh tú mór.

A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mhuirnín ó, ná héiligh é.

B'fhearr liom féin mo ghréasaí bróg
B'fhearr liom féin mo ghréasaí bróg
B'fhearr liom féin mo ghréasaí bróg
Ná oifigeach airm faoi lásaí óir.

A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mháithrín, an ligfidh tú chun aonaigh mé?
A mhuirnín ó, ná héiligh é.

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Fields of green
Stonewalls run between
Gray skies above
A falling leaf
The rock that sits beneath
These are all the things I love.
and when I'm far away
somehow they live inside of me
It's just a feeling I can't touch,
something I cant see, something I cant see, lives inside of me,

It's In my bones and in my blood
Don't know what it is, but I know its good
Beneath my feet this faithful land
It's all I understand

City glow
bustling streets below
the traffic's hum
windows gleam
plumes of smoke and steam
It's a world that I've become
and when I'm far away somehow they live inside of me
It's just a feeling I can't touch, something I cant see, something I cant see

It's In my bones and in my blood
Don't know what it is, but I know its good
Beneath my feet this faithful land
It's all I understand

On all these roads that rise ahead Ill find
another reason to believe
another place another part of me
Ill never have to leave. Ill never have to leave,

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Fields of green
Stonewalls run between
Gray skies above

A piece of fluff, is all that's in my pocket
But that's enough to get me by
It's ain't so rough when there's nothing to swallow
When your head is full of memories
Got no credit, but I don't sweat it
Don't bother me I don't really care
Cause if good times were dollars
I would be... a millionaire

A little smile, breaks across my face
I sit awhile, close my eyes
It's not my style to worry bout something
When something my be something thats nothing at all
Got no dough, but you know
It don't bother me I don't really care
Cause if good times were dollars
I would be... a millionaire

Everybody's in a rush ... got some place to go
But if it's all the same to you
I'm going to sit right here and watch the green grass grow

I'm in the bath, lying on my back
I do the math on my fingers and toes
I start to laugh cause I got nothing to my name
But I've got friends all around the world
Got no money, but it's funny
Don't bother me I don't really care
Cause if good times were dollars
I would be... a millionaire

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Here's a little story about someone that you know,
He was a right famous fella by the name of Russell Crowe
I was workin' at a pub and he was smokin at the bar
and that's a crime as you all know in Cal-if-orn-i-are.

So I sidled up the rail, right to where he stood
Said, sorry Mr. Crowe as nicely as I could
You'll have to put that out now throw it on the floor
And if you don't I'll have to kick you out...show you to the door.

He squared right up to me somewhat in surprise
Then he narrowed up his gaze shot me daggers with his eyes.
"If you think you're man enough, go ahead" he said
I was scared for me live so I dalked him in the head.

The closest I've come to ending up dead
Was the night that I punched Russell Crowe,The Gladiator, in the head.

He lifted up his hands, put them to his nose
Blood was running through his fingers dripping on his clothes.
His bodyguards ran up, "get him!" shouted Crowe.
"Run!", cried Chucky, "run! and don't stop until you get to Mexico!"

The closest I've come to ending up dead
Was the night that I punched Russell Crowe,The Gladiator,in the head.

The closest I've come to being dead
Was the night that I punched Russell Crowe,The Gladiator,in the head.

You can't hit me I'm the Cinderella Man.
I'm the Master and Commander, I'm Australian.
You can't hit me, don't you know I'm dangerous.
I am the outlaw Ben Wade...I AM MAXIMUS!