Démira Jansen
Démira Jansen - Bull's eye lyrics
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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