Goodmornin' Da, oh I'm in jail.
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I don't need you to try for bail.
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If I know Ma, she'll scream and wail,
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so just lock me up and throw away the keys.
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Well goodbye to my own Dublin dear,
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and goodbye to old St. Brigid's there.
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Well I wasn't born with this, but now I got it like the flu.
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I'm fuckin' useless, so what's the point of impressing you?
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Goodmornin' Da, oh I'm in jail.
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I don't need you to try for bail.
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If I know Ma, she'll scream and wail,
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so just lock me up and throw away the keys.
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Well, I'd only fifteen pints but I could not see,
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when them damn skites got a hold of me.
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Well, I could say it was the whiskey, oh, but that it may not be.
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Or just the prospect here of something else to do.
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Goodmornin' Da, oh I'm in jail.
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I don't need you to try for bail.
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If I know Ma, she'll scream and wail,
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so just lock me up and throw away the keys.
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Well I've always been a problem child,
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and I know that I have been too wild.
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I wasn't born with this, but now I got it like the flu.
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I'm fuckin' useless, so what's the point of impressing you?
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Goodmornin' Da, oh I'm in jail.
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I don't need you to try for bail.
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If I know Ma, she'll scream and wail,
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so just lock me up and throw away the keys.
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Goodmornin' Da
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