Down To The Old Pub Instead Lyrics

Song	Down To The Old Pub Instead
Artist	Stephen Lynch
Album	Superhero
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	作曲 : Lynch
	Lad, it's your duty to find ye a lass
	With child-bearing hips and a pink, supple ass
	And make her your wife and love her with love so true
	Now some rivers run high, some rivers run low
	When her river runs red, then she's starting her flow
	And it's called menstr'ation, and here's what it means to you
	You will notice her bloomers are spotty at first
	Stand back – her ovarian dam's gonna burst
	Son, don't be afraid, it's a natural t'ing
	Just wad up some cotton and hand her some string
	Put the old linens on top of the bed
	Get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead
	She'll retain her water, her breasts will be tender
	And every third word that you say will offend her
	Get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead
	And she'll want to make love – if you do, you're a fool '
	Cause you'll only end up with a bloody
	O'Toole Get out of the house – down to the old pub instead
	And she'll want you to sample the fruit of her loins
	But son, it'll taste like some old rusty coins
	So turn off the light, boy, and take off your hat
	And drop to your knees, say a prayer to
	Saint Pat
	Then he'll give you the strength to get out of the bed
	And for Ireland's sake, go down to the old pub instead
	Now the pub is the place where the lads are a-meetin'
	When the moon's full and the gals are a-bleedin'
	The Catholic, the
	Protestant, even the pagan
	The pub is the place when your lady is raggin'
	So drink of your pint, boys, and thank your shamrocks
	That as menfolk we don't have to bleed from our cocks
	And that we can escape from the lady in red
	And get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead

	zuo qu : Lynch
	Lad, it' s your duty to find ye a lass
	With childbearing hips and a pink, supple ass
	And make her your wife and love her with love so true
	Now some rivers run high, some rivers run low
	When her river runs red, then she' s starting her flow
	And it' s called menstr' ation, and here' s what it means to you
	You will notice her bloomers are spotty at first
	Stand back her ovarian dam' s gonna burst
	Son, don' t be afraid, it' s a natural t' ing
	Just wad up some cotton and hand her some string
	Put the old linens on top of the bed
	Get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead
	She' ll retain her water, her breasts will be tender
	And every third word that you say will offend her
	Get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead
	And she' ll want to make love if you do, you' re a fool '
	Cause you' ll only end up with a bloody
	O' Toole Get out of the house down to the old pub instead
	And she' ll want you to sample the fruit of her loins
	But son, it' ll taste like some old rusty coins
	So turn off the light, boy, and take off your hat
	And drop to your knees, say a prayer to
	Saint Pat
	Then he' ll give you the strength to get out of the bed
	And for Ireland' s sake, go down to the old pub instead
	Now the pub is the place where the lads are ameetin'
	When the moon' s full and the gals are ableedin'
	The Catholic, the
	Protestant, even the pagan
	The pub is the place when your lady is raggin'
	So drink of your pint, boys, and thank your shamrocks
	That as menfolk we don' t have to bleed from our cocks
	And that we can escape from the lady in red
	And get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead

	zuò qǔ : Lynch
	Lad, it' s your duty to find ye a lass
	With childbearing hips and a pink, supple ass
	And make her your wife and love her with love so true
	Now some rivers run high, some rivers run low
	When her river runs red, then she' s starting her flow
	And it' s called menstr' ation, and here' s what it means to you
	You will notice her bloomers are spotty at first
	Stand back her ovarian dam' s gonna burst
	Son, don' t be afraid, it' s a natural t' ing
	Just wad up some cotton and hand her some string
	Put the old linens on top of the bed
	Get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead
	She' ll retain her water, her breasts will be tender
	And every third word that you say will offend her
	Get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead
	And she' ll want to make love if you do, you' re a fool '
	Cause you' ll only end up with a bloody
	O' Toole Get out of the house down to the old pub instead
	And she' ll want you to sample the fruit of her loins
	But son, it' ll taste like some old rusty coins
	So turn off the light, boy, and take off your hat
	And drop to your knees, say a prayer to
	Saint Pat
	Then he' ll give you the strength to get out of the bed
	And for Ireland' s sake, go down to the old pub instead
	Now the pub is the place where the lads are ameetin'
	When the moon' s full and the gals are ableedin'
	The Catholic, the
	Protestant, even the pagan
	The pub is the place when your lady is raggin'
	So drink of your pint, boys, and thank your shamrocks
	That as menfolk we don' t have to bleed from our cocks
	And that we can escape from the lady in red
	And get out of the house and go down to the old pub instead

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