Démira Jansen - Bull's Eye

I will marry with Jameson or Paddy
If I receive the whiskey for free
The lady is wrinkled fancy with apple
Cheeks and the bosom gaudy
Tailor made too high-waisted jeans
Was keen boy to see with his fair toupee
The bloke of the army had no muscles to see
But fancied himself admiral of his leaky dingy

Mother's pulling her boy by his ear to the great outdoors
Her child's mind's eye was blind, alone of a broken home
Imbibed prowess for show in dad's torn coat
Tullamore Dew is going around
Thirteen to go, then Irish Stout
Alcohol is plenty on this certain ground
Draw me a beer, he's got the pounds

We're drinking steady to heaven's door
Oh holy priest pour me one more
Life's value is low, we pray for coward's hope
Though our fortune is solely a vision of God Porter's Ruby shots bull's eye, Guinness was the honor prize
But the faith was gone, in love and football
Hunting stolen words in tirade's mouth
Mum ain't the word on this certain ground
Draw him a beer, I've got the pounds

We're drinking steady to heaven's door
Oh holy priest pour me one more
Life's value is low, we pray for cowards hope
Though our fortune's solely a vision of God

We're drinking steady to heaven's door
Oh holy priest pour me one more
Life's value is low, we pray for cowards hope
Though our fortune's solely a vision of God