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Erin, Erin, Erin! |
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Erin across America |
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do now cheer me on |
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can't you hear the song for you? |
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quick, now - caramel dip |
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give it up to the runaway ship |
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hail, now - hail to the bitch |
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the hairy literary with the nervous, nervous twitch |
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shy, your light pops out |
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and we stand there astounded |
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and we pound our heads and shout |
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we shout halleluja |
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look what it did to ya |
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oh, a horrible mess |
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and we're eating by the river in the sunday dress |
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oh, serenade me |
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eatin' my biscuits and gravy |
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you are missing from me |
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as you chug with your uncle in the red red sea |
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I will wait, or will |
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knock my knees and talk to you, oh so still |
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oh Shanandoah |
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we just a-cross the wide Missouri |
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you are so bonny - shhhh do not worry |
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quick, now - caramel dip |
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give it up to the runaway ship |
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life's so sweet and so low |
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buried in the water, yeah, buried in the snow |
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so dear, deep and so dark |
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sleeping on the pavement in the central park |
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twentieth floor balcony house is what is home to me |
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twentieth floor balcony house is what is home to me |
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twenty-up floor balcony house is what is home to me |
