born on a black monday, me mother screamin' curses

me ould lad in the pub losin' money on the horses

me granny kicked in the door, said "get a job you bastard"

and i come rollin' into the world, a walkin' talkin' disaster



with a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle oh

music in me soul and a beat on me boombox oh

up down turn around and crash into the wall

dancin' to the beat of me own different drummer oh



at the age of 16 years i was apprenticed to a grocer

but they never knew me name, all they wanted was 'yes and no sir'

so i bought a cheap guitar, i learnt to write me poetry

and me and rock and roll set off to see the country



oh we played in pubs and dancehalls, we even played in brothels

i learned all about the good life through the ass end of a bottle

i learned about love from many's the fine lady

but i was always searchin' for me one true darlin' baby



oh i searched from coast to coast from florida to canada

with me heart upon me sleeve screamin' out "hi, where are yeh"

til i went home with a six foot girl from the south side of chicago

but it turned out she was a man, oh can you imagine the disaster?



but the sweetest girl of all was from the state of california

oh she took me home to bed, kept me rockin til the mornin'

then the door came crashin' in, in the midst of me shenanigans

and her husband beat me up so bad, i'll never get it up again



oh i'm goin' back to brooklyn with me tail between me legs oh

i'm givin' up this rock and roll, 'tis far too dangerous work oh

stay at your steady jobs, me boys, get married and have babies

and keep the hell away from them california ladies