Different Drummer Lyrics - Home Of The Brave - Black 47

Born on a black Monday, me mother screamin' curses 

Me old lad in the pub losin' money on the horses 

Me granny kicked in the door said, "Get a job, you bastard" 

And I come rollin' into the world, a walkin' talkin' disaster 

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh 

Music in me soul and a beat on me boom box 

So up, down, turn around and crash into the wall 

Dancin' to the beat of me own different drummer, oh 

At the age of 16 years I was apprenticed to a grocer 

But they never knew me name, all they wanted was, 'Yes And No Sir' 

So I bought a cheap guitar, I learnt to write me poetry 

And me, and rock and roll set off to see the country 

Oh, we played in pubs and dance halls, we even played in brothels 

I learned all about the good life through the ass end of a bottle 

I learned about love from many's the fine lady 

But I was always searchin' for me one true darlin', baby 

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh 

Music in me soul and a beat on me boom box 

So up, down, turn around and crash into the wall 

Dancin' to the beat of me own different drummer, oh 

Oh, I searched from coast to coast, from Florida to Canada 

With me heart upon me sleeve screamin' out, "Hi, where are ya?" 

'Til I went home with a six foot girl from the south side of Chicago 

But it turned out she was a man, oh, can you imagine the disaster? 

But the sweetest girl of all was from the state of California 

Oh, she took me home to bed, kept me rockin' 'til the mornin' 

Then the door came crashin' in, in the midst of me shenanigans 

And her husband beat me up so bad, I'll never get it up again 

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh 

Music in me soul and a beat on me boom box, oh 

So up, down, turn around and crash into the wall 

Dancin' to the beat of me own different drummer, oh 

Oh I'm goin' back to Brooklyn with me tail between me legs, oh 

I'm givin' up this rock and roll, 'tis far too dangerous work, oh 

Stay at your steady jobs, me boys, get married and have babies 

And keep the hell away from them California ladies 

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh 

Music in me soul and a beat on me boom box 

So up, down, turn around and crash into the wall 

Dancin' to the beat of me own different drummer, oh 

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh 

Music in me soul and a beat on me boom box 

So up, down, turn around and crash into the wall 

Dancin' to the beat of me own different drummer, oh 

With a toot on the flute and a twiddle on the fiddle, oh 

Music in me soul and a beat on me boom box 

So up, down, turn around and crash into the wall 

Dancin' to the beat of me own different drummer, oh