I met her late, late one night,
Could have been seven, wasn’t looking at the time,

Eight hours passed, til we saw the sunlight,

She’s a riot, taking up my time.

Swapped numbers, took her for a date,

Got on like a house on fire, like a best mate,

Took her to a bar, she liked Chardonnay wine,

She’s a riot, and that’s what I like.

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s a riot, and that’s what I like.

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s a riot, and that’s what I like.

10 weeks, 10 months, 10 years that have passed,

Missed funerals, interviews, and flights for a start,

I never thought that this could ever last,

She’s a riot, playing with my heart.

Sometimes, I wish I’d never asked,

No chardonnay and no first dance,

But then I think again and I think naaaah

She’s a riot, and that’s the best part.

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s a riot, and that’s what I like.

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s a riot, and that’s what I like.

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s a riot, and that’s what I like.

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s riot,
messing up my life,

She’s riot, messing up my life,

She’s a riot, and that’s what I like.

She’s a riot, and that’s what I like.

Two steps forward, for the four steps back you take
Two steps forward, for the four steps back you take
Take my hand and I’ll run with youEscape the shadows that are hiding in my mindWhen you see, don’t you recogniseThat no one makes it out of here aliveLeave this all time lowIt’s on with the showBreak free and let it goOn with the show
La La La La
Two steps forward, for the four steps back you takeTwo steps forward, for the four steps back you take
La La La LaOn With The Show
La La La LaOn With The Show

Are you homesick for the emerald isle?
Well here’s a ditty that’ll make you smile,
Take a glass and raise it high,
For all our cousin’s back in,
Ireland, Ireland.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Gather round all to hear my tale,
Waved to my lassie then the boat set sail,
But my heart still lies in old Kinsale,
Let’s sing a song for,
Ireland, Ireland.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Ah take a drink and we'll drink some more,
We'll drink to your health, and drink to the poor,
We'll drink with a shamrock at the bottom of our cup,
With the white and the gold and the green raised up.

Raise her high.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

We are a slient nation,
on our way to utter obliteration,

We need to get our minds out of the gutter,

and move on before our lives disappear.

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something better than this?

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life better than this?

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something better than this?

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life better than this?

Stop, breathe, don’t believe,

All, you see, is not what it’s meant to be,

Brain freeze, grit, your teeth,

Set yourself free from hypocrisy,

Desk job, no hope,

No life, always broke,

Aren’t you getting sick of the same routine?

Stand up, say no,

This ain’t, no joke,

This is your life come on, set yourself free.

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something better than this?

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life better than this?

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something better than this?

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life better than this?


We are on our own,

on this lonely road.

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something better than this?

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life better than this?

Don’t you want something,

Don’t you want something,
Don’t you want something better than this?

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life,

Don’t you want a life better than this?

There comes a time in a young man’s life when he has to make a choice,
To stay at home and be afraid or leave the nest and fight,
To shut himself away for good or live a life of pride,
With a courage that will never fray, through storms and swelling tide,
So from craggy shore to broken sky and to all that came before,
We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!

With your fists held tight,
That they just might break,
Like the dawn that comes,
It’s not too late.

Just grit your teeth and stand your ground,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Don't ever let them hold you down,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
From far and wide they'll hear us yell,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
‘We'll stand together and give ‘em hell’.
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)

It’s never quite enough you see to work until your old,
To live a life of sacrifice with nothing good to show,
For when it’s time to meet your end and look back on your life,
Did you stay within dotted lines or rise against and fight?
From the craggy shores to broken skies and to all that came before,
We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!

Hold your fists up tight,
You know It’s not too late.

Just grit your teeth and stand your ground,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
Don't ever let them hold you down,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
From far and wide they'll hear us yell,
(Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
‘We'll stand, together, and give, them, hell’.

Fire, Fire, Fire burning gold,
Better get those waggon wheels a-turnin’,
Fire, Fire, Fire in the hold,
Better get a bucket boys, she’s burnin’.

The devil himself is shippin’ to sea,
He’s settin’ out to follow me,
He’s got his black flag flowin’ free,
The devil himself is shippin’ to sea!

Fire, Fire, Fire burning gold,
Better get those waggon wheels a-turnin’,
Fire, Fire, Fire in the hold,
Better get a bucket boys, she’s burnin’.

It might be closed,
Won ́t you open the dolls,

Won ́t you open the dolls,

Won ́t you open the dolls,

Won ́t you open the dolls,

Won ́t you open the dolls,

Won ́t you open the dolls,

Won ́t you open the dolls,

Won ́t you open the dolls.

It might be closed,

But you open the dolls,

But you open the dolls,

But you open the dolls,

But you open the dolls.

It might be closed,
But you open the dolls,

But you open the dolls,

But you open the dolls,

But you open the dolls.

But you lie, but you lie sometimes.

Hey hey, you!
Why you talkin' bout me?

Why you talkin' bout me?