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Every time I would come home from school my father spoke to me Son, if you work hard, you will be rich And my suspicious mother added better lend an ear Surely you will end up in the ditch! Oh, my cousin always wore a tie He'd gave me good advice Join me at my banking company You'll become a millionaire and you will swim in all that cash! But my dear old granny said to me: When they promise milk and honey And the bankers gettin' chummy Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off! Fuck off! So I'm grabbing my guitar I would swap my house and car For a drink in a good old Irish bar For a drink in a good old Irish bar Every Sunday when I went to church The priest bent down to me Pray and work and feather your own nest And the nun agreed, as pious as can be God is picky, he only likes the best! SongtexteSo I was looking for my best mate to curry sympathy But he went for the Caribbean sea A winner of the first price in a lousy lottery And my dear old granny said to me When they promise milk and honey And the bankers gettin' chummy Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off! Fuck off! So I'm grabbing my guitar I would swap my house and car For a drink in a good old Irish bar For a drink in a good old Irish bar When they promise milk and honey And the bankers gettin' chummy Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off! Fuck off! So I'm grabbing my guitar I would swap my house and car For a drink in a good old Irish bar When they promise milk and honey And the bankers gettin' chummy Better tell the idiots: shut up and fuck off! Fuck off! So I'm grabbing my guitar I would swap my house and car For a drink in a good old Irish bar For a drink in a good old Irish bar Aus Songtexte Mania