I[G] went to the Doctor, I[C] felt as good as dead.
He gave me a check up and [D]to me he said.
Your [G]body is
knackered,
You’re [C]in an awful [Am]state.
Then he[A7] asked me which pieces I’d [Am]like to do[G]nate.
[Chorus]
My[G] heart is in [Bm]Holland, my [C]lungs are in New[Am] York,
My [A7]liver’s in London, my [D]brain is in
Bangkok.
They [C]tell me my [D]kidneys are[C] somewhere in Sidney,
There’s[G] bits of me [Am]working all [D]over
the[G] world.
I got a nice letter from China yesterday
To tell me my bladder is workin’ away.
And Ivan the Russian, they
said he’s doing fine.
He’s workin’ in the Kremlin with my intestine.
[Chorus]
Now I’ve never travelled outside of Ireland,
I love this old place and I think it is grand.
But wherever
you wander, though far away or near,
You’re certain to find parts of me waiting there.
