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

I'm off on a cruise on the Med
For sure we are a long time dead
My bucket list's full
I'm off on the pull
Looking forward to fun times ahead

I’m hoping to meet mister right

’m hoping to meet mister right
On a warm and balmy night

I'm hoping to meet mister right
On a warm and balmy night
We'll laze on the deck

I'm hoping to meet mister right
On a warm and balmy night
We'll laze on the deck
With a large triple sec l

I'm hoping to meet mister right
On a warm and balmy night
We'll laze on the deck
With a large triple sec 1
And we'll talk until it gets light

On shore we'll stay close together

On shore we’ll stay close together
And carry on with our blather

On shore we’ll stay close together
And carry on with our blather
I’ll act shy and coy

On shore we’ll stay close together
And carry on with our blather
I’ll act shy and coy
To encourage the boy

On shore we’ll stay close together
And carry on with our blather
I’ll act shy and coy
To encourage the boy
Then get down in the eve
Till our desires then gather

Now we'd better move on from that

Now we'd better move on from that
Or I'll start talking through my hat

Now we’d better move on from that
Or I’ll start talking through my hat
Please let’s keep it clean

hollysteers

Now we’d better move on from that
Or I’ll start talking through my hat
Please let’s keep it clean

On what’s said to have seen

Now we’d better move on from that
Or I’ll start talking through my hat
Please let’s keep it clean
On what’s said to have seen
I'd rather just stroke my dear cat.

He's less trouble than bloomin' men

He's less trouble than bloomin' men
For that matter, so is my hen

He's less trouble than bloomin' men
For that matter, so is my hen
Both love me a lot

He's less trouble than bloomin' men
For that matter, so is my hen
Both love me a lot
Taste good in a pot?

sorry, I'l be good.

He's less trouble than bloomin' men
For that matter, so is my hen
Both love me a lot
They never do plot

He’s less trouble than blooming men
For that matter, so is my hen
Both love me an lot
They never do plot
And I’ll never marry again.

A troubadour I’d love to be

A troubadour I’d love to be
And travel round the world by sea

A troubadour I'd love to be
And travel round the world by the sea
I'd visit each port

A troubadour I'd love to be
And travel round the world by the sea
I'd visit each port
And do what I ought

A troubadour I'd love to be
And travel round the world by the sea
I'd visit each port
And do what I ought
My songs would collect a good fee

Most of my songs would be happy

Most of my songs would be happy
But then just a few would be sad

Most of my songs would be happy
But then just a few would be sad
I'd fill up my lungs

Most of my songs would be happy
Sunny pop songs, all quite rappy
I'd fill up my lungs
Sing in foreign tongues