Mary of the Scots in Queens Songtext
von Greg Trooper

Oh my Mary Scott
I love you so you love me not
You never let me kiss you
Though I tried a lot
But you′d that Irish Brian
Oh my Mary dear
I've been craving your love
Since freshman year
Now i′m a little south of sixty
And still think it's clear
We were meant for one another


Oh Mary of the Scots in Queens
Hair jet black and your eyes are green
Swaying back and forth in the Jordache jeans
What I woudn't give to get inside them
Oh Mary of the Scots in Queens
Prettiest thing I ever seen
Now are a piper for the 113
And you′re married to Irish Brian
I always hated that Irish Brian

Now Irish Brian had a big loud mouth
Build like a red brick shithouse
He beat me to a pulp when he found out
I tried to kiss sweet Scottish Mary
I hated him he hated me
And the winner if our war
Won the sweet Mary
Now they′re joined in holy matrimony
But that knot can use untying
Until my death I'll keep on trying

Oh Mary of the Scots in Queens
Hair jet black and your eyes are green
Swaying back and forth in the Jordache jeans
What I woudn′t give to get inside them
Oh Mary of the Scots in Queens
Prettiest thing I ever seen
And you're married to Irish Brian
I always hated that Irish Brian


Oh Mary of the Scots in Queens
Now i′m not what you'd call
A man of means
No i′ve not amounted
To a hill of beans
But my love for you is undying

Oh Mary of the Scots in Queens
You could have been a starlet
On the silver screen
Instead you're a piper for the 113
And you're married to Irish Brian
That means you′re sleeping with Irish Brian
God damm it Irish Brian
I always hated that Irish Brian