She Wants A Man From Ireland

Yeah... listen If you just tuned in mate you gotta drink, if not you're lacking! Still paying 10 quid for a flat warm Guinness? Nah... we do things differently Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on now Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, yeah Yeah yeah, yeah She wants a man from Ireland Young Wren Boy I've never been to Thailand But if I could, I wanna go with you Nothing compares to you like Sinead O'Connor I'm all about the dollar Pounds, euros, yeah you know who to holler My nanny Eleanor was where I got those genes And I ain't talking about these designer jeans You see, I'm well proud of my skin If your girl loves me she ain't committing a sin I gift her more presents than The Late Late Toy Show She said "I love your sense of humour and the way you flow" Born in Dublin, grew up in Dundalk My nan was a baller, she was a banker My man you're not gangster, you're just a wanker Chatting that rabbit online you're a poser I think it's about time that I expose ya bitch... Ireland, England, I represent both You might see me in either green or white When it comes to the footy, or a rave You better best behave when you talk to me alright? Alright... Uh... YIH! Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland She wants a man from Ireland Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland She wants a man from Ireland Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill The doctor just rang up and said I am ill 'Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland She wants a man from Ireland Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland She wants a man from Ireland Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill The doctor just rang up and said I am ill Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill Come on Yeah yeah, yeah She wants a man from Ireland Big buff body that's her heart's desire Patrick and Shirley, Paul and Phoebe Them man there give me the heebee-jeebees The opps trying hurt me, tryna swindle me But I can't hear these haters with me headphones on I'm the real deal, f*ck what anyone says Plus they ain't got the sauce, not the sort Drake conceals (Haaaaah) Yeah... it's the rap game Robbie Keane Doing cartwheels stunting on these hoes And the broke boys too, I'm not being mean But while they're sipping lean all mixed with codeine I'll be drinking the black stuff, or maybe a Bailey's Ladies going crazy 'cause they want my babies (Ahaha) Oh yeah... what's this song about again? The green, white and orange I inherit in my veins (Wow) I've got two passports to travel the earth F*ck Brexit and those bloody TERFs Every time, I'm at The Blue Post in Soho It's nothing but the finest craic with me and my bros (Yezzur) If my nan was still here I know she'd be proud Whenever I'm on stage, singing anthems to the crowd My life ain't no comedy like Father Ted So enough said about the BS, let's get this bread okay? (Wreeeeen Boooooysss) Okay... YIH! Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland She wants a man from Ireland Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland She wants a man from Ireland Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill The doctor just rang up and said I am ill 'Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland She wants a man from Ireland Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland She wants a man from Ireland Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill The doctor just rang up and said I am ill Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill Yeah... (Bup bup bup bup bup, bup, bup, bup) People should know I'm the fucking best, straight up Serious... yeah... uh-huh