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Good Rats CD Single Released June 2000 Released in Europe only. No longer available. |
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Good Rats
Lyrics/Music: Dropkick Murphys
Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for run? Sure they crawl around and scurry, yeah they’re always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time just like you and me I’ll prove it with a tale about a rat-infested brewery
It started with a little lad named vermin McCann who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man he rounded up his furry boys, though some wore a frown they quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down.
Chorus:
One, two, one-two-three-four! Come on all you good rats we’ll send you to heaven you’ll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam ’cause in these vats you’ve made quite a creation a potion that turned the Guinness to gold!
Like mice behind a piper, rats from all around soon headed for this factory in old Dublin Town. They surely heard the news about this fancy new rat-brew they come, they saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few
The rats wre in a tizzy addicted to the bone the hairy lugs wer giddy they were never going home like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank they drank, they sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank!
The Wild Rover
Arranged by Dropkick Murphys
I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year and I’ve spent all me money on whiskey and beer and now I’m returning with gold in great store and I never will play the wild rover no more
Chorus:
And it’s no, nay, never no, nay, never!
No more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more
I went into an alehouse I used to frequent and I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me nay such a custom as yours I could have any day
I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady’s eyes opened up with delight she said she had whiskeys and wines of the best and the words that she told me were only in jest
I went home to my parents, confessed what I’d done and I asked them to pardon their prodigal son and when they’d caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more