hello softie. - Fer Kilkenny (feat. Celtic Lads Choir) Lyrics

I was sitting at the pub
Sipping something sour
When a lass took her seat
And shot me with her scour
She said I write too many songs
That make her granddad weep
And I said, Lass, whose charming face
Do you see on that CD
I write about my life
I ain't about no hit
And let me tell you, darling
My life is pretty sad
You writ' too many sad ones
Write us something sweet
Sit there in that leaky corner
Keep a bloody beat
We wanna dance, we wanna sing
The sky's already grey
Keep our eyes on the morrow
When faces kiss the day
And I know you got it in you
I've heard it once before
But after that tramp broke your heart
You've been such a bore
I know, you know
You can't end the album on an open door
I know, you know
Give us what we want or we'll beat you something sore
I know, you know
You can't end the album on an open door
I know, you know
Give us what we want or we'll beat you, you sing it
I know, you know
Flip the table, flip the chairs, shut the door, don't give him his coat
I know, you know
I know, yeah
I know, you know
Rip up the floorboards, you know what to do
I know, you know
I know, you know
I know, you know