Manhattan you're so beautiful in your winter's twilight sky 

Your streets are full and buzzing, yeah it's Christmas time again 

I'm looking out my window on the 27th floor 

My view's a hundred taxis, I'm stuck here once again 



Ireland how I miss you at old Christmas time 

when the lads are coming home from the corners of the world 

Talling stories of their travels as they knock the Guiness down 

I'd really like to see you all, haven't got the bloody card 



Ireland how I miss you, once again this year 

From a subway car to an uptown bar, have a happy new year 



You can get anything you want here, well if you're in the know 

From pickle-flavored gumballs to a thousand hand grenades 

But if you want a green card well you'd better think again 

'Cause the bureaucratic bullshit makes you want to shoot the lot 

pom pom pom! 



Ireland how I miss you, once again this year 

From a taxi cab going down fifth ave,

hope the summer's good this year 



I've called a hundred lawyers, politicians just a few 

but the answer that they give me always seems to be the same 

"If you want a green card, better find yourself a wife 

I'm sorry son, you're stuck here, better try again next year" 



Ireland how I miss you, once again this year 

So I'll raise my glass and I'll take a chance,

and I'll see you all next year.