Celtic Rocker Lyrics - Bankers & Gangsters - Black 47

She fell hard for a Celtic rocker 

Turned her whole life upside down 

Her old man don't know what to do with her 

Out drinkin' Guinness, buyin' her own round 

She tossed her J. Crew in the garbage 

She sportin' tartan, Doc Marten boots 

She wear her scally, oh, so stylish 

Told her old man she's discoverin' her roots 

She know the songs and the bands that sing 'em 

The Murphs, the Mollies, 47, the Dubs 

She readin' Tim Pat Coogan biographies 

Showin' off her tattoos down the pub 

She moshin' hard at all the concerts 

Know the names of all the boys in the band 

The rhythm section dreams about her 

Lady fiddle player wants to hold her hand 

Someday she goin' back to Ireland 

Scotland, Wales, the isle of man 

Find out exactly where she come's from 

At least when she's drinkin' that's the plan 

She got her eyes on the Uilleann Pipes player 

Meet him later at the hotel bar 

They're gonna do some serious drinkin' 

Like all them Celtic rock and roll stars 

She's rockin' hard at all the festivals 

Dublin, Milwaukee, Chicago too 

From New York City to San Francisco 

She's a part of the Celtic who's who 

She takin' lessons on the guitar 

She can dance the walls of limerick too 

Someday she be on stage here with us 

She be a Celtic rocker too 

She know the songs and the bands that sing 'em 

The Murphs, the Mollies, 47, the Clash 

So don't go messin' with the lady 

N beidh a leithad ann ars 

Oh yeah, little Celtic rocker 

Meet me backstage at the van 

C'mon little Celtic rocker 

Gonna show you what it's like 

In a rock and roll band