Grandson of New Limerick (Son of New Limerick contd.)

I've friends who don't seem to know me
They often pass by but don’t see
I've tried shouting out

I've friends who don't seem to know me
They often pass by but don’t see

It's a mystery where it will end
Somewhere warm would be a God send
Somewhere with a beach
And don't have to teach
Kids to swim, or at least pretend

I've friends who don't seem to know me

It's a mystery where it will end
Somewhere warm would be a god send
Somewhere there's a beach
And don't have to teach

It's a mystery where it will end
Somewhere warm would be a god send
Somewhere there's a beach

It's a mystery where it will end
Somewhere warm would be a god send

I'm off on a cruise to the south
With a new set of teeth in my mouth
My wig is brand new
My wooden leg too
It begins in the Port of Louth

It's a mystery where it will end

I'm off on a cruise to the south
With a new set of teeth in my mouth
My wig is brand new
My wooden leg too

I'm off on a cruise to the south
With a new set of teeth in my mouth
My wig is brand new

I’m off on a cruise to the south
With a new set of teeth in my mouth

My neighbour has five little boys
I sometimes can't cope with the noise
They scream and they shout
And throw things about
Seems the parents just nothing annoys

I’m off on a cruise to the south

My neighbour has five little boys
I sometimes can't cope with the noise
They scream and they shout
And throw things about

My neighbour has five little boys
I sometimes can't cope with the noise
They scream and they shout

My neighbour has five little boys
I sometimes can’t cope with the noise

My cat is the king of the street
He's tabby with black on his feat
Next door's dog is scared
And would never be dared
To resist as she would be beat

My neighbour has five little boys

My cat is the king of the street
He's a tabby with black on his feet
Next door's dog is scared
And would never be dared

My cat is the King of street
He's a tabby with black on his feet
Next door's dog is scared

My cat is the King of our street
He’s a tabby with black on his feet

His son is only eight years old
Quite cheeky, if the truth be told
He once chased my cat
Least said about that
He's a grumpy black cat and quite old

My cat is the King of our street

His son is only eight years old
Quite cheeky, if the truth be told
He once chased my cat
Least said about that

His son is only eight years old
Quite cheeky, if the truth be told
He once chased my cat

His son is only eight years old
Quite cheeky , if the truth be told

He's jokey and good for some fun
His hobby is shooting his gun
At birds in the air
Or going to the fair
Where he enjoys rides with his son

His son is only eight years old

He's jokey and good for some fun
His hobby is shooting his gun
At birds in the air
Or going to the fair

He's jokey and good for some fun
His hobby is shooting his gun
At birds in the air