Livin' In America

Lyrics

Oh, it's 6 o'clock and it's time to rock
 And me head is beatin' like a drum
 In the cold gray light, ah I feel like shite
 And I can't remember last night's fun
 Then the foreman says, "C'mon now boys
 Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work"
 And I wish to Christ, I'd stayed home last night
 Instead of drinkin' in America
 Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls
 And I mix cement by the ton
 With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout
 Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun
 Then I think of her up on Kings Bridge Road
 Did she mean what she said last night
 Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
 Livin' in America
 On me way downtown, I think of that clown
 And the things that he said last night
 Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk
 Oh, I must look a terrible sight
 Put me makeup on as I watch the sun
 Rise high over Fordham Road
 Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
 Livin' in America
 Oh, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess
 And the yuppies are networkin' again
 Kiss their darlin's goodbye, oh, we'll be late tonight
 But we should be home by eleven
 Oh, me little dears dry up your tears
 Your parents are too busy makin' money
 Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
 Livin' in America
 Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek
 In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat
 No sick days or benefits and for Christ sakes don't get hurt
 The quacks over here won't patch you up
 Unless they see the bucks upfront
 Lookin' after babies from crack of dawn 'til dusk
 Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house
 Is this what I've been educated for
 To wipe the arise of every baby in America?
 Now the day is done, take the subway home
 Squashed up like some sardine in a a can
 In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam
 'Til I'm feelin' half myself again
 If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright
 Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
 And if she takes a chance, she might find romance
 Now she's livin' in America
 See him standing there with the ring in his ear
 And the grin on the side of his face
 With the fag in his mouth, oh I should watch out
 For they say that he's a real hard case
 Should I take me chance or say no thanks?
 Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
 Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
 Livin' in America
 Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
 Livin' in America
 Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
 Livin' in America
 Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
 Livin' in America
 

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Duration
05:38
Key
4
Tempo
105 BPM

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