Sound Sham Songtext
von The Saw Doctors
Sound Sham Songtext
I prayed for you when I climbed the reek
Me feet in bits, no boots or laces
I prayed for you at the shrine in Knock
I prayed for you at the Galway races
Chicer makes, but not to worry
Always a word for the nuns and priests
Here, shake the hand that shook the hand
Of the holy woman from the east
And I want a G from Pat McGee
(Let it play)
Sound sham, sound as a bell
Thunder, you are wide yourself
Sound sham, sound as a bell
Thunder, you are wide yourself (oh)
All dressed up and comb the thatcher
The gimp and grace of an honest thief
You wheeze chice and leave it with me, hey
Packets sham that you are corn beef
Pipe the gomey on the laygeft hammer
The dust in his juke is burning a hole
Step right up, sir, find the lady
Nothing less than a score a go
And I want a G from Pat McGee
(Let it play)
Sound sham, sound as a bell
Thunder, you are wide yourself
Said sound sham, sound as a bell
Thunder, you are wide yourself (oh)
Biros, biros (bingo, biros)
Lighters, lighters, four for a pound
Recent photos of Saint Patrick
Virgin burger and a garlic shroud
Deck chairs, deck chairs, rakes of deck chairs
For when the pope mobile comes round
We are on a beano!
Tom sham, sound sham sound
Tom sham, sound sham sound
I prayed for you when I climbed the reek
Me feet in bits, no boots or laces
I prayed for you at the shrine in Knock
I prayed for you at the Galway races
Who′s his jills with the valentine slider
Sling him a lush, he's a miller to go
Plank the monkey, you can kiss my relic
Button your clawber, you′re a holy show
And I want a G from Pat McGee
(Let it play)
Sound sham, sound as a bell
Thunder, you're wide yourself
I said, sound sham sound as a bell
Thunder, you're wide yourself
I said, sound sham sound as a bell
Thunder, you′re wide yourself
I said, sound sham sound as a bell
Thunder, you′re wide yourself
Sound sham
Me feet in bits, no boots or laces
I prayed for you at the shrine in Knock
I prayed for you at the Galway races
Chicer makes, but not to worry
Always a word for the nuns and priests
Here, shake the hand that shook the hand
Of the holy woman from the east
And I want a G from Pat McGee
(Let it play)
Sound sham, sound as a bell
Thunder, you are wide yourself
Sound sham, sound as a bell
Thunder, you are wide yourself (oh)
All dressed up and comb the thatcher
The gimp and grace of an honest thief
You wheeze chice and leave it with me, hey
Packets sham that you are corn beef
Pipe the gomey on the laygeft hammer
The dust in his juke is burning a hole
Step right up, sir, find the lady
Nothing less than a score a go
And I want a G from Pat McGee
(Let it play)
Sound sham, sound as a bell
Thunder, you are wide yourself
Said sound sham, sound as a bell
Thunder, you are wide yourself (oh)
Biros, biros (bingo, biros)
Lighters, lighters, four for a pound
Recent photos of Saint Patrick
Virgin burger and a garlic shroud
Deck chairs, deck chairs, rakes of deck chairs
For when the pope mobile comes round
We are on a beano!
Tom sham, sound sham sound
Tom sham, sound sham sound
I prayed for you when I climbed the reek
Me feet in bits, no boots or laces
I prayed for you at the shrine in Knock
I prayed for you at the Galway races
Who′s his jills with the valentine slider
Sling him a lush, he's a miller to go
Plank the monkey, you can kiss my relic
Button your clawber, you′re a holy show
And I want a G from Pat McGee
(Let it play)
Sound sham, sound as a bell
Thunder, you're wide yourself
I said, sound sham sound as a bell
Thunder, you're wide yourself
I said, sound sham sound as a bell
Thunder, you′re wide yourself
I said, sound sham sound as a bell
Thunder, you′re wide yourself
Sound sham
Writer(s): Brendan Leo Mary Moran, David Carton, Pierce Henry Doherty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com