Whiskey In The Jar Pulp

take ya Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da Wept for my daddy-o Wept for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a Pretty penny I took all of his money and I brought it home

Pulp Frankenbok

The Friendship that love destroyed was not the intention or ploy. the aftermath the pulp you are, beneath proud enigma you scar, you can't afford another error, twice now already agendered, you can't be

Pulp Manmade God

The killers lost the beat I just call them futile They can't cry to me 'cause I'm sittin' on the top of the world as I wave them all goodbye The system's lost in me I just call it futile

Whiskey In The Jar The Pogues And The Dubliners

a bold deceiver Mush a ring dumb a do dumb a da Wack fall the daddy o wack fall the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in me pocket and I took

Whiskey in the Jar The Dubliners

deceiver Musha ring durram do durram dah Whack for di daddio Whack for di daddio There`s whiskey in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket and I took it home

Whiskey In The Jar Santiano

deceiver musha ring dumma do damma da whack for the daddy 'ol whack for the daddy 'ol there's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket and I took it

Whiskey In The Jar Luke Kelly

were a bold deceiver [Chorus] Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in me

Whiskey In The Jar Metallica

Whiskey In The Jar As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver

Whiskey In The Jar 스위트피

Whiskey in the Jar - Sweetpea As I was going over the Cork & Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand

Whiskey In The Jar Metallica

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may

Whiskey In The Jar Celtic Thunder

I said “Stand there or deliver, or the devil he may take you”. Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o There’s whiskey in the jar-o.

Whiskey In The Jar Simple Minds

Musha ring dum a doo dam a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly

Whiskey in The Jar Thin Lizzy

may take ya Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money yeah

Whiskey In The Jar Sweetpea

take you Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money and I

Whiskey In The Jar 스위트피(Sweetpea)

may take you Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money and

Whiskey In The Jar Metallica

Whiskey in the Jar Originally performed by Thin Lizzy As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced

Whiskey In The Jar 김민규 [스위트피]

take you Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There`s whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money and I

Whiskey In The Jar 스위트 피

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy o Whack for my daddy o There's whiskey in the jar I took all of his money and it was pretty penny I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly

Whiskey In The Jar Various Artists

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may

Whiskey In The Jar Metallica

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil

Whisky In The Jar Seekers

I said stand o'er and deliver or the devil he may take ya. Musha ring dum a do dum a da. Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar-o.

The Professional Pulp

Oh I'm back in the full effect / I can't even hold myself erect I got nothing that I wanna say / I'm gonna say it anyway I know you think that I've lost it, baby I know you think that my star is fading

Whiskey in the Jar (1993 Remaster) The Dubliners

were a bold deceiver Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da Whack fall the daddy-o, whack fall the daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny I put it in me

Last Day Of The Miners Strike Pulp

Kids are spitting on the Town Hall steps and frightening old ladies, I dreampt that I was living back in the mid 1980's. People marching, people shouting, people wearing pastel leather.

Street Lites Pulp

Doorways / corners / and the street lights dance in your eyes Behind the cinema / in the rain / in the subway where the walls crumble and cover you in fine dust 'cos we haven't got a home to go to /

This is hardcore Pulp

You name the drama and I'll play the part. It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream. I like your get up if you know what I mean. I want it bad. I want it now. Oh can't you see I'm ready now.

This Is Hardcore (Original Version) Pulp

You name the drama and I'll play the part. It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream. I like your get-up if you know what I mean. I want it bad. I want it now.

Deep Fried In Kelvin Pulp

Oh children of the future ... conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall ... To be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors ... Rolling empty cans down the stairway ...

Acrylic Afternoons Pulp

I fell asleep on your sofa, and had a dream about a small child, in dungarees, who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro.

Whiskey In The Jar (Traditional) Metallica

Whiskey In The Jar As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver

Weeds II (The Origin Of The Species) Pulp

A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains.

Sheffield: Sex City Pulp

All the bedroom windows opened onto this court, and sometimes in the middle of the night, in that building it sounded like a mass orgy.

I Love Life Pulp

Don't think twice; it's the only reason I'm alive. I feel alright as long as I don't forget to breathe. Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out. Look at all these buildings & houses I love my life.

Sorted For E's & Wizz Pulp

Oh, is this the way they say the future's meant to feel or just twenty thousand people standing in a field? And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is but that's O.K.

Glory Days Pulp

Come &play the tunes of glory - raise your voice in celebration of the days that we have wasted in the cafe in the station. &learn the meaning of existence in fortnightly instalments.

Sorted for e s and whizz Pulp

Oh, is this the way they say the future's meant to feel or just twenty thousand people standing in a field? And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is but that's O.K.

Help the aged Pulp

Help the aged, one time they were just like you, drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue. Help the aged, don't just put them in a home, can't have much fun in there all on their own.

Birds In Your Garden Pulp

"It's six o'clock, the birds are singing. I'm wide awake whilst you're still fast asleep. I went outside, into your garden.

Roadkill Pulp

The feel of my arm around your waist, the pale blue nightdress that you wore. Your hair in braids, your sailor top: the things I don't see anymore.

Bob Lind (The Only Way Is Down) Pulp

Your lover just traded you in for the very same model but a much more recent year. It will not stop, it will get worse from day to day 'til you admit that you're a fuck-up; like the rest of us.

David's Last Summer Pulp

Peter was upset at first but now he's in the garden talking to somebody Polish. Why don't we set up a tent and spend the night out there?

His 'N' Hers Pulp

Oh... / I want you now / and I want you here / so lie down by the fire and if the neighbours hear, the neighbours hear 'cos they don't understand / what you've got / in your hand Oh it looks so good

Underwear Pulp

Why don't you shut the door, and close the curtains, cos you're not going anywhere. He's coming up the stairs, and in a moment he'll want to see your underwear. You couldn't stop it now.

Wickerman Pulp

Underneath the city thru' dirty brickwork conduits Connecting white witches on the Moor with pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall. Beneath the old Trebor factory that burnt down in the early seventies.

Seductive Barry Pulp

Here in the night, love takes control,making me high,making me whole I don't know Oh no no no No I don't know No no no No I don't know When I close my eyes I can see you lowering yourself to

Inside Susan Pulp

She looks at the man in front's head and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot sticking out from the collar of his shirt.

I Spy pulp

I spy the worst place in the world, in the whole world. Oh you didn't do bad, you made it out, I'm still stuck here oh but I'll get out. Oh yeah I'll get out.

59 Lyndhurst Grove Pulp

There's a picture by his first wife on the wall Stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall A stain from last week's party on the stairs No one knows who made it or how it ever got there They were

The Babysitter Pulp

when Susan was not at home She's a lovely girl / she's got long blonde hair / if you go home now she will not be there / 'cos she left last June She came home too soon / You were both upstairs / in

Monday Morning Pulp

There's nothing to do so you just stay in bed, oh poor thing, why live in the world when you can live in your head?