Founds total 4 songs
Transmetropolitan
In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink. Of V P wine and cider 'till we can hardly think. And we'll go where spirits take us to Heaven or to Hell.
The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed. There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head. There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands.
The Old Main Drag
When I first came to London, I was only sixteen. With a fiver in my pocket and my ol' dancin' bag. I went down to the dilly to check out the scene. But I soon ended upon the old main drag.
The Broad Majestic Shannon
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks. There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks. You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze. On a road leading up Glenaveigh.
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