She Wants A Man From Ireland
Yeah... listen
If you just tuned in mate you gotta drink, if not you're lacking!
Still paying 10 quid for a flat warm Guinness?
Nah... we do things differently
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on now
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
She wants a man from Ireland
Young Wren Boy I've never been to Thailand
But if I could, I wanna go with you
Nothing compares to you like Sinead O'Connor
I'm all about the dollar
Pounds, euros, yeah you know who to holler
My nanny Eleanor was where I got those genes
And I ain't talking about these designer jeans
You see, I'm well proud of my skin
If your girl loves me she ain't committing a sin
I gift her more presents than The Late Late Toy Show
She said "I love your sense of humour and the way you flow"
Born in Dublin, grew up in Dundalk
My nan was a baller, she was a banker
My man you're not gangster, you're just a wanker
Chatting that rabbit online you're a poser
I think it's about time that I expose ya bitch...
Ireland, England, I represent both
You might see me in either green or white
When it comes to the footy, or a rave
You better best behave when you talk to me alright?
Alright... Uh... YIH!
Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland
She wants a man from Ireland
Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland
She wants a man from Ireland
Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill
The doctor just rang up and said I am ill
'Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills
So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill
Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland
She wants a man from Ireland
Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland
She wants a man from Ireland
Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill
The doctor just rang up and said I am ill
Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills
So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill
Come on
Yeah yeah, yeah
She wants a man from Ireland
Big buff body that's her heart's desire
Patrick and Shirley, Paul and Phoebe
Them man there give me the heebee-jeebees
The opps trying hurt me, tryna swindle me
But I can't hear these haters with me headphones on
I'm the real deal, fuck what anyone says
Plus they ain't got the sauce, not the sort Drake conceals (Haaaaah)
Yeah... it's the rap game Robbie Keane
Doing cartwheels stunting on these hoes
And the broke boys too, I'm not being mean
But while they're sipping lean all mixed with codeine
I'll be drinking the black stuff, or maybe a Bailey's
Ladies going crazy 'cause they want my babies (Ahaha)
Oh yeah... what's this song about again?
The green, white and orange I inherit in my veins (Wow)
I've got two passports to travel the earth
Fuck Brexit and those bloody TERFs
Every time, I'm at The Blue Post in Soho
It's nothing but the finest craic with me and my bros (Yezzur)
If my nan was still here I know she'd be proud
Whenever I'm on stage, singing anthems to the crowd
My life ain't no comedy like Father Ted
So enough said about the BS, let's get this bread okay? (Wreeeeen Boooooysss)
Okay... YIH!
Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland
She wants a man from Ireland
Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland
She wants a man from Ireland
Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill
The doctor just rang up and said I am ill
'Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills
So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill
Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland
She wants a man from Ireland
Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland
She wants a man from Ireland
Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill
The doctor just rang up and said I am ill
Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills
So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill
Yeah... (Bup bup bup bup bup, bup, bup, bup)
People should know I'm the fucking best, straight up
Serious... yeah... uh-huh