Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Land Of DeValera Larry Kirwan 
Sittin' up in Ranelagh drinkin' guinness in a bar Heavy metal on the box must have been Top of the Pops Lizzie's dead and gone in London left us all alone and wonderin' Paddy Kavanagh on my mind bitterness and wastin' time 
Jemmy said I think I'll split, dig some ditches for a bit London ladies they be waitin', try my hand at emigratin' No one gave a damn until we kicked the bar in robbed the till Barman said "I'll see you later - hey don't forget to tip the waiter" 
Got to get out of the land of Devalera Got to get out of the land of Develera 
Seven nights on the road, join a showband, see the world Wear a suit, be a fake, but all the speed you wanta take Broken heart in Belgrave Square, culchie woman in despair Accused of causin' future shock, but all I wanta do is rock 
RTE won't play my song, said the content is all wrong "Why don't you stick to old time waltzes, give the public what it wants" Couldn't take another bit, had it up to here with shit Bought a ticket to Manhattan - need a fix of somethin' different 
Fianna Fail, Fine Gael, Labour's got me on the rails It never seemed to make no sense, I couldn't tell the difference Stay married, hate her guts, no no no divorce Little girls all end up pregnant, hypocrites in every convent 
Drunk and rowdy on the bus, take me to the terminus Another exile on the run, soon to be a Bowery bum Say goodbye to pessimism, sterile years and religion No "ifs" or "buts" and no more "maybes" Slan agut to the Eighties