(Shane MacGowan)

On the first day of March it was raining

It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen

I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there

And I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on me



And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink

And mother wake me early in the morning



At the time I was working for a landlord

And he was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen

And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore

And he was a miserable bollocks and a bitch's bastard's whore



I recall we took care of him one Sunday

We got him out the back and we broke his fucking balls

And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real

But all I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all



And now I've the most charming of verandas

I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks and pimps and whores

Five green bottles sitting on the floor

And I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ

That I had fifteen more



The boys and me are drunk and looking for you

We'll eat your frigging entrails and we won't give a damn

Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam

And my brother earned his medals raping gooks in Vietnam



On the first day of March it was raining

It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen

Stay on the other side of the road

'Cause you can never tell

We've a thirst like a gang of devils

We're the boys of the county hell