Same Oul' Town

same oul faces

same oul streets

same oul people is all you meet

too long waiting

standing round

I'm sick and tired of this

same oul town

same oul drizzle

same oul rain

same oul walking

back home again

same oul heartache

lost and found

same old story

same oul town

oh I go out for a walk

to see if there's news

the rain on the path

leaking into me shoes

an i do talk to meself

cos i'm my only best friend

it's sunday night

nearly monday morning again

Same oul monday

closed all day

the farmers and their wisps of hay

same oul hanging around the square

same oul spoofers

same oul stares

you're welcome back

yeah bang the door

this christmas-time and the time before

dont like asking, you know

you're fairly wide

you'd never give us

the price of a pint

and I go out for a walk.....

you know you'd often wonder

as the years go past

why you ever bothered

going to mass

was it the fear of god

or to find a wife

or just buying shares

in the afterlife

the bell still tolls

i heard it there

for the final journey

up to the square

shop doors close

and the blinds come down

same oul story

same oul town

and i do howl at the moon

i go barking at dogs

take off all me clothes

and lie out in the bog

an i do talk to meself

i'm my only best friend

it's sunday night

nearly monday morning again

it's just the same oul story

same oul town

same oul faces......