Monday comes and I’m at the job
Forty hours with some bleeding yobs
Suppose that’s better than being on the dolePut away some quid for the weekend run
Grab my girl gonna have some fun
Let’s get out and have a shout
We’ll get snockered snog and shagSnocker, Snog and Shag
Snocker, Snog and Shag
I’ll go with you for a pint or two
We’ll get snockered snog and shagI might have to stand for treason
But every bloke he has his reason
The only bird I want to fly is youAll my mates they look around
Never finding what I found
Let’s go run and have some fun
We’ll get snockered snog and shagSnocker, Snog and Shag
Snocker, Snog and Shag
I’ll go with you for a pint or two
We’ll get snockered snog and shagI’ve got a whammy bar
You’ve got a fuzz box
Let’s spend the night
Making Jimi Hendrix blush!Snocker, Snog and Shag
Snocker, Snog and Shag
I’ll go with you for a pint or two
We’ll get snockered snog and shagSnocker, Snog and Shag
Snocker, Snog and Shag
I’ll go with you for a pint or two
We’ll get snockered snog and shagI’ll go with you for a pint or two…….
We’ll get snockered snog and shag

A fifth of nowhere - A fifth of nowhere
A fifth of nowhere

14 hours since I left my baby
And I got me a fifth of nowhere
Screaming down life’s endless highway
Head back, bottoms up, haven’t got a care
Righteous on a Friday night
Kicking up a fuss
Age-old songs tell age-old stories (and)
Each new curse strikes deeper than the first

14 days since I left my baby
And I got me a fifth of nowhere
Just another lifeless by-way
Head straight, seat up, trying not to care
Mindless on a Saturday
Thinking makes it worse
Age-old songs tell age-old stories (and)
Each new curse strikes deeper than the first

A fifth of nowhere - A fifth of nowhere

14 months since I left my baby
You’d think I ought to be somewhere
Spun my wheels, kicked up some dust
Head down, lights out, haven’t got a prayer
Some hits make you stronger
Some hits can’t be nursed
Age-old songs tell age-old stories (and)
Each new curse strikes deeper than the first

I don’t know what I’ve become
I don’t know where I belong
14 months and 14 days
Since I got me a fifth of nowhere
Still I think about it
If I could just kick it in reverse
Age-old songs tell age-old stories (and)
Each new curse strikes deeper than the first
Each new curse strikes deeper than the first
Each new curse strikes deeper than the first

A fifth of nowhere - A fifth of nowhere

The dawn of another day
History will have its say
Blame from another way
Got us in these straights today

Fighting over king and country
Hoping to return
Essence of that pioneering
Burning in the cause

Of a troubled land
Get up now and make a stand
Change for the common man
Forge another way again

Take the reins and agitate
Those who’d leave us up to fate
For all the souls who’ve gone before us

Fighting for the

Get on up now
Fight for your country
Get on up now
Fight for the cause

Get on up now
Fight for your country
Get on up now
Fight for the cause

Get on up now
Fight for your country
Get on up now
Fight for the cause

The cause will change the way
History will have its say
The dawn of another day
We are…

Fighting for the cause
In a troubled land
Get up now and make a stand
For change is a come in’ man
We are…

Fighting for the cause
In a troubled land
Get up now and make a stand
For change is a come in’ man
We are fighting for the cause

I won’t sing - I won’t dance
I won’t shake my poncy ass
Just to beg for you’re approval
Sorry Simon

I won’t fall - For your ploy
For your sick and twisted joy
I know I’m not your idol
Sorry Simon

And the birds - That I know
They all dig my rock and roll show
They don’t give a toss about you
Sorry Simon

Joey spins - In his grave
Johnny’s Rotten but he’d say
He won’t take your Filthy Lucre
Sorry Simon

I will rock - But I won’t roll
For your sick and twisted show
And I’ll never be your idol
Sorry Simon

With the kids - Back at home
Singing Ready Steady Go
We weren’t singing it to you
Sorry Simon

And you’ll never be our idol – Sorry Simon
You will never be our idol – Sorry Simon

The negative of wrong is right
The negative of dark is light
The negative of freedom is control
The negative of you is rock and roll

Gonna shout you down
With my loaded guitar gun
there's hope in everybody
let it reign in the house of love

I'm Speaking the truth to power
Speaking the truth to power
Taking blood and toil
To ring your cash cow bell
You sold your soul
To make the rules
Think we'll follow you to hell

Speaking the truth to power
Speaking the truth to power
Gonna lay you down
To set with the rising sun
The future is unwritten
Our voice will rise as one

speaking the truth to power
Speaking the truth to power
Speaking the truth to power
Speaking the truth to power

Tragedy
Turn the key
Then you realize what you’ve got

Lie by day
Cheat by night
Shadows where you walk

You’re on the wire
You’re on the wire
Sorry, always sorry

You played your game
Made up the rules
Trying to make a buck

You rolled the dice
You got crap luck
Look where you ended up

This is where you walk
This is who you are
Sorry, always sorry

There's not enough stars - in the sky to describe
The feeling I get - when I look in your eye

There's not enough stars - in the sky to describe
The feeling you get - when you’re standing alone on a wire
The tension wire

Sorry – Always sorry
It’s not enough
Not enough

Sorry – Always sorry
It’s not enough
Not enough……….

Take a look at who’s beside you
Never trust the ones that guide when
Everyone is looking after you

On the streets and through the air
Marching orders from millionaires
Advice from those who haven't got a clue

Just Listen Baby
They try to squeeze
Every time you try to breathe

Radio Radio Radio Caroline
Radio Radio Radio Caroline
I Always Listen For Your Heartbeat In The Sky

Shouted out with a breath of freedom
Clash of sounds to unite the kingdom
Spreading over waves and through the air

Tommy Vance and Robbie Dale
Manned the oars and set the sails
And kept the dial open to the world

Radio Radio Radio Caroline
Radio Radio Radio Caroline
I Always Listen For Your Heartbeat In The Sky

From the Rising of the Moon
To the Wearing of the Green
Some stood defiant
While others crossed the sea
But all stuck together
Wrapped in Celtic pride
Raise your voice for the living
And a pint for those who died

Mighty Irish – Mighty Irish
For those who lived the history
We’re here to raise a glass

Might Irish – Mighty Irish
They gave us shit
We shoveled it
Right back up their arse

Easter sun was rising
Blood across the land
Bobby he wore blankets
Wrapped in prison sand
Five human rights
A death for who demands
Freedom for living
In this blessed emerald land

Mighty Irish – Mighty Irish
The bastard sons of history
Are here to raise a glass

Might Irish – Mighty Irish
They gave us shit
We shoveled it
Right back up their arse

Hello mate
My name is Dan
Once I had
A master plan

But times got tough
Now here I stand
No change in my pocket
No bird in my hand

I love the left side of my brain
But the right side’s quite insane

Cause I only remember the times that shine brightest
Only remember the times that shine brightest
Wash the rest away
Wash the rest away
They don’t matter anyway

When I was young
Not half a lad
Times were chuff
Life was grand

The bloom fell off
My little flower
But I’m not sad
I’m not sour

I love the left side of my brain
But the right side’s quite insane

I only remember the times that shine brightest
Only remember the times that shine brightest
Wash the rest away
Wash the rest away
They don’t matter anyway

I only remember the times that shine brightest
Only remember the times that shine brightest
Wash the rest away
Wash the rest away
They don’t matter anyway
They don’t matter anyway

Sod it up – little darling
You’ve made a right fine mess of yourself
Sod it up – little darling
And lay it on everybody else

We gave you heart beats
We gave you seasons
We gave you reasons
To believe

Looking at your belly
Shaking on the telly
Begging us to love you
You gave us all a rise

Sod it up – little angel
You’ve made a right fine mess of it all
Sod it up – little angel
And watch your ratings soar

Driving super highway
Racing it with speed dear
Nobody could touch you
Did you fly so high you couldn’t see?

How you
Sod it up - Sod it up
Sod it up - Sod it up

Air your dirty laundry
Right out on the line dear
Hanging up your knickers
For all the world to see

Paparazzi princess
Rehab revolution
Taking us the distance
We can never get enough

Even when you
Sod it up
Sod it up

It’s Five O’clock
You hear the whistle blow
It doesn’t really blow
But you know it’s time to go

Heading for the local
A hundred voices strong
We’re here for the music
We’re here for the song

The band starts playing
Sweet Molly Malone
A whisky and a Céilí
alive and living on

Passed from generation
Tradition fights on
We’re here for the music
We’re here for the song

Carry On
Down Sober Lane
Pop a Cork
Father Mathew still abstains

You have to take the high road
To reach old Johnny Fox
But coming down the hill mate
Is still the hardest part

Passed through generations
From father to a son
We’re here for the music
We’re here for the song

Lay me out
When all is said and done
Sweet Molly came calling
She poured the last one

One last chance
Before the night is gone
You might leave by yourself mate
But you won’t come back alone

Passed from generation
This part of us lives on
We’re here for the music
We’re here for the song

We’re here for the music
We’re here for the song

We’re here for the music
We’re here for the song