PADDY’S NIGHT OUT Chords 3/4 (The Wolfe Tones)

 

Was a (D)wet day in London me (G)fortunes were (D)crumbling,

I was (G)on me way (A)back from the (D)building job,

And the (G)foreman that day he say (D)nothing my way,

And the (A)lorry ran over (D)sandals be gob

I was (G)hungry and thirsty and (D)felt a bit down

I went (A)in for a little lib(D)ation,

I'd (G)five pins of porter three (D)Jamie's for starters,

Two (G)pork pies and (A)what -A-A- some (D)cabbage and bacon.

 

Though the (D)day it was dreary now I (G)felt a bit (D)chery,

In no (G)time I was (A)ready for (D)action be gob

And I (G)played the old jukebox pulled (D)up the old blue socks,

And (A)winked at this young one (D)beside me be gob,

(G)Wouldn't it be it would (D)happen to me

She (A)winked back and sat down be(D)side me.

I (G)told her me name and she (D)told me the same,

Say's (G)I to her (A)what -A-A- then (D)what are you drinking.

 

Chorus

Come (G)here me old flower I (D)said then to her,

It's the (G)truth I'm (A)known as a (D)liar

Come (G)here me old flower I've (D)seen you before,

Give the (A)woman in the bed there more (D)porter-D-D

 

She'd a (D)gin and a tonic and I (G)felt super(D)sonic,

For her (G)figure was (A)made by the (D)devil be gob,

With (G)curves in right places through (D)satin and laces,

That would (A)tempt an old bishop though (D)selibit be gob,

Me (G)luck might be in and to(D)night I might sin,

Though last (A)week I was just at con(D)fession,

But (G)who gives a dam sure would (D)do me no harm,

To (G)have me a (A)bit -A-A- a (D)bit of diversion.

 

Well I was (D)playing it cool as I (G)do as a (D)rule,

When the (G)barman was (A)calling for (D)time no be gob,

And she (G)said with her sweet face, you'll (D)come back to my place,

Was (A)then that I knew she was (D)mine now be gob,

Her (G)place it was lush with (D)carpets so plush,

She (A)took of me old cap then the (D)wellies,

Without (G)any delay she wore a (D)sweet negligee,

Like the (G)girls were on (A)what - (A)on (A)what? - on (D)page three or telly.

 

Chorus

 

I don't (D)mean to be crude, but I (G)stood in the (D)nude,

With this (G)Goddess this (A)beautiful (D)Venus be gob,

She (G)ruffled me duffel we (D)kissed and we shuffled,

Was a (A)sight if me ma only (D)seen us be gob,

I was (G)feeling quiet grand with the (D)business at hand,

When this (A)photo I say on the (D)dresser,

Was her(G)self and this man oh a (D)dirty big hand,

For her (G)husband was (A)who - (A)was (A)who? - was (D)wild Bill the wrestler.

 

Alt(D)hough she was charming I (G)felt this al(D)arming,

He was (G)mean as a (A)hairy go(D)rilla be gob

If he (G)caught me in bed with his (D)woman I said

He'd (A)kill me for sure I can (D)tell you be gob,

She (G)said now don't worry for (D)he'd never hurry,

Don't (A)see him at all he's a (D)messer,

The door (G)opened that night and I (D)got such a fright,

In the (G)doorway was (A)who - (A)was (A)who? - was (D)wild Bill the wrestler.

 

Chorus

 

With (D)rage he was steaming, his (G)eyes they were (D)gleaming,

Like a (G)wild bull he (A)charged over (D)to me be gob,

For I (G)ducked his wild pass, kicked (D)him in the arse,

And (A)ran like a hare for the (D)doorway be gob,

I'd have (G)gotten away without (D)any delay,

But I (A)tripped and fell over the (D)carpet,

When I (G)tried to get up, well this (D)dirty big pup,

Grabbed (G)me by the (A)what - (A)the (A)what? - by the (D)leg and he pulled it,

 

Chorus

Come (G)here me old flower I (D)said then to her,

It's the (G)truth I'm (A)known as a (D)liar

Don't be(G)lieve this old yarn, don't be(D)lieve this old line,

For I'm (A)pulling your leg like (D)he's pulling mine

 

Tooraloo, toora(G)laj, with your (D)toora-li-(A)loora-

 

Was a wet day in London me fortunes were crumbling,
I was on me way back from the building job,
And the for man that day he say nothing my way,
And the lorry ran over sandals be gob
I was hungry and thirsty and felt a bit down
I went in for a little libation,
I'd five pins of porter three Jemie's for starters,
Two pork pies and what, some cabbage and bacon.

 

 

Though the day it was dreary now I felt a bit  chery,
In no time I was ready for action be gob
And I played the old jukebox pulled up the old blue socks,
And winked at this young one beside me be gob,
Wouldn't it be it happened to me she winked back and sat down beside me.
I told her me name she told me the same,
Say's I to her what, then what are you drinking.

 

 

Chorus
Come here me old flower I said then to her,
It's the truth I'm known as a liar
Come here me old flower I've seen you before,
Give the woman in the bed there more porter

 

 

She'd a gin and a tonic and I felt supersonic,
For her figure was made by the devil be gob,
With curves in right places through satin and laces,
That would tempt an old bishop though selibit be gob,
Me luck might be in and tonight I might sin,
Though last week I was just at confession,
But who gives a dam sure would do me no harm,
To have me a bit, a bit of diversion.

 

 

Well I was playing it cool as I do as a rule,
When the barman was calling for time no be gob,
And she said with her sweet face, you'll come back to my place,
Was then I now she was mine now be gob,
Her place it was lush with carpets so plush,
She took of me old cap then the wellies,
Without any delay she wore a sweet negligee,
Like the girls were on what, on page three or telly.

 

 

Chorus
Come here me old flower I said then to her,
It's the truth I'm known as a liar
Come here me old flower I've seen you before,
Give the woman in the bed there more porter

 

 

I don't mean to be crude, but I stood in the nude,
With this Goddess this beautiful Venus be gob,
She ruffled me duffel we kissed and we shuffled,
Was a sight if me ma only seen us be gob,
I was feeling quiet grand at the business at hand,
When this photo I say on the dresser,
Was herself and this man oh a dirty big hand,
For her husband was who, was who, was wild Bill the wrestler.

 

 

Although she was charming I felt dis alarming,
He was mean as a hairy gorilla be gob
If he caught me in bed with his woman I said
He'd kill me for sure I can tell you be gob,
She said now don't worry for he'd never hurry,
Don't see him at all he's a messer,
The door opened that night and I got such a fright,
In the doorway was who, was who, was wild Bill the wrestler.

 

 

Chorus
Come here me old flower I said then to her,
It's the truth I'm known as a liar
Come here me old flower I've seen you before,
Give the woman in the bed there more porter

 

 

With rage he was steaming, his eyes they were gleaming,
Like a wild bull he charged over to me be gob,
For I ducked his wild pass, kicked him in the arse,
And ran like a hare for the doorway be gob,
I'd have gotten away without any delay,
But I tripped and fell over the carpet,
When I tried to get up, well this dirty big pup,
Grabbed me by the leg and he what, he what, he pulled it,

 

 

Chorus
Come here me old flower I said then to her,
It's the truth I'm known as a liar
Don't believe this old yarn, don't believe this old line,
For I'm pulling your leg like he's pulling mine