She Wants A Man From Ireland Lyrics

Yeah... listen

If you just tuned in mate you gotta drink, if not you're lacking!

Still paying 10 quid for a flat warm Guinness?

Nah… we do things differently

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on now

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah

She wants a man from Ireland

Young Wren Boy I've never been to Thailand

But if I could, I wanna go with you

Nothing compares to you like Sinead O'Connor

I'm all about the dollar

Pounds, euros, yeah you know who to holler

My nanny Eleanor was where I got those genes

And I ain't talking about these designer jeans

You see, I'm well proud of my skin

If your girl loves me she ain't committing a sin

I gift her more presents than The Late Late Toy Show

She said "I love your sense of humour and the way you flow"

Born in Dublin, grew up in Dundalk

My nan was a baller, she was a banker

My man you're not gangster, you're just a wanker

Chatting that rabbit online you're a poser

I think it's about time that I expose ya bitch…

Ireland, England, I represent both

You might see me in either green or white

When it comes to the footy, or a rave

You better best behave when you talk to me alright?

Alright... Uh... YIH!

Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland

She wants a man from Ireland

Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland

She wants a man from Ireland

Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill

The doctor just rang up and said I am ill

'Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills

So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill

Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland

She wants a man from Ireland

Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland

She wants a man from Ireland

Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill

The doctor just rang up and said I am ill

Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills

So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill

Come on

Yeah yeah, yeah

She wants a man from Ireland

Big buff body that's her heart's desire

Patrick and Shirley, Paul and Phoebe

Them man there give me the heebee-jeebees

The opps trying hurt me, tryna swindle me

But I can't hear these haters with me headphones on

I'm the real deal, fuck what anyone says

Plus they ain't got the sauce, not the sort Drake conceals (Haaaaah)

Yeah… it's the rap game Robbie Keane

Doing cartwheels stunting on these hoes

And the broke boys too, I'm not being mean

But while they're sipping lean all mixed with codeine

I'll be drinking the black stuff, or maybe a Bailey's

Ladies going crazy 'cause they want my babies (Ahaha)

Oh yeah… what's this song about again?

The green, white and orange I inherit in my veins (Wow)

I've got two passports to travel the earth

Fuck Brexit and those bloody TERFs

Every time, I'm at The Blue Post in Soho

It's nothing but the finest craic with me and my bros (Yezzur)

If my nan was still here I know she'd be proud

Whenever I'm on stage, singing anthems to the crowd

My life ain't no comedy like Father Ted

So enough said about the BS, let's get this bread okay? (Wreeeeen Boooooysss)

Okay... YIH!

Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland

She wants a man from Ireland

Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland

She wants a man from Ireland

Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill

The doctor just rang up and said I am ill

'Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills

So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill

Yeah yeah, yeah, she wants a man from Ireland

She wants a man from Ireland

Yeah, she wants a man from Ireland

She wants a man from Ireland

Yeah a quarter Irish I fit the bill

The doctor just rang up and said I am ill

Cause I've got these skills to pay all the bills

So come chill with me, it ain't nothing but a thrill

Yeah... (Bup bup bup bup bup, bup, bup, bup)

People should know I'm the fucking best, straight up

Serious... yeah... uh-huh