What Makes the Irish Heart Beat

All that trouble, all that grief, that's why I had to leave

Staying away too long is in defeat

Why I'm singing this song? Why I'm heading back home?

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

I'm just like a hobo riding a train, like a gangster living in Spain

I have to watch my back, I'm running out of time

But when I roll the dice again if Lady Luck will call my name

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

Well, that's what makes it beat when I'm standing on the street

And I'm standing underneath the Wrigley's sign

Oh, so far away from home but I know I've got to roam

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

And it was off to foreign climes on the Piccadilly Line

We were standing underneath the Wrigley's sign

So far away from home, well, I know I've got to roam

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

Just like a sailor out on the foam, any port in a storm

Where we tend to burn the candle at both ends

Down the corridor of fame like the spark ignites the flame

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

But when I roll the dice again, Lady Luck will call my name

That's what makes that old Irish heart beat

Oh, that's what makes the Irish heart beat

That's what makes the Irish heart beat