| Song | Teehans |
| Artist | The Tossers |
| Album | On a Fine Spring Morning |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Duggins, Tossers | |
| I used to wonder where my da was at night | |
| When him and ma would start to fight | |
| Out soaked in 95th street beer | |
| It was the strap I had to fear | |
| As he would prowl around the southside at night | |
| I'm old enough now in these places to be seen | |
| With every gobshite fuckin tinker and jackeen | |
| To Christina's place I'm drunk as hell | |
| Or even the Ashford house as well | |
| There was always one place that kept me in | |
| Your always welcome at teehans | |
| Any time of the year | |
| You're always welcome at teehans | |
| And I wish you were here | |
| While Shawn was outside pissing in the row | |
| Regis was in the back counting her dough | |
| And Sue and Eileen were there | |
| Without a bother or a care | |
| Linda had your last shot before you'd go | |
| Now our resident philosopher is Noel | |
| And soon enough it's two and time for him to go | |
| But we're not done no fucking way | |
| It's back to the west side where I stay | |
| And the four o'clock bars that never close | |
| I've shook hands with city fathers and with cogs | |
| And simple men that climbed in from the bogs | |
| That said that music is a higher call | |
| Than philosophy and art and all | |
| The wisdom thats created by these dogs | |
| Now when I left home the fire it was lit | |
| To keep the faeries out my ma went into fits | |
| And it was way down in Berlin | |
| They cursed me for an Englishman | |
| But to tell the truth I cannot give a shit |
| zuo qu : Duggins, Tossers | |
| I used to wonder where my da was at night | |
| When him and ma would start to fight | |
| Out soaked in 95th street beer | |
| It was the strap I had to fear | |
| As he would prowl around the southside at night | |
| I' m old enough now in these places to be seen | |
| With every gobshite fuckin tinker and jackeen | |
| To Christina' s place I' m drunk as hell | |
| Or even the Ashford house as well | |
| There was always one place that kept me in | |
| Your always welcome at teehans | |
| Any time of the year | |
| You' re always welcome at teehans | |
| And I wish you were here | |
| While Shawn was outside pissing in the row | |
| Regis was in the back counting her dough | |
| And Sue and Eileen were there | |
| Without a bother or a care | |
| Linda had your last shot before you' d go | |
| Now our resident philosopher is Noel | |
| And soon enough it' s two and time for him to go | |
| But we' re not done no fucking way | |
| It' s back to the west side where I stay | |
| And the four o' clock bars that never close | |
| I' ve shook hands with city fathers and with cogs | |
| And simple men that climbed in from the bogs | |
| That said that music is a higher call | |
| Than philosophy and art and all | |
| The wisdom thats created by these dogs | |
| Now when I left home the fire it was lit | |
| To keep the faeries out my ma went into fits | |
| And it was way down in Berlin | |
| They cursed me for an Englishman | |
| But to tell the truth I cannot give a shit |
| zuò qǔ : Duggins, Tossers | |
| I used to wonder where my da was at night | |
| When him and ma would start to fight | |
| Out soaked in 95th street beer | |
| It was the strap I had to fear | |
| As he would prowl around the southside at night | |
| I' m old enough now in these places to be seen | |
| With every gobshite fuckin tinker and jackeen | |
| To Christina' s place I' m drunk as hell | |
| Or even the Ashford house as well | |
| There was always one place that kept me in | |
| Your always welcome at teehans | |
| Any time of the year | |
| You' re always welcome at teehans | |
| And I wish you were here | |
| While Shawn was outside pissing in the row | |
| Regis was in the back counting her dough | |
| And Sue and Eileen were there | |
| Without a bother or a care | |
| Linda had your last shot before you' d go | |
| Now our resident philosopher is Noel | |
| And soon enough it' s two and time for him to go | |
| But we' re not done no fucking way | |
| It' s back to the west side where I stay | |
| And the four o' clock bars that never close | |
| I' ve shook hands with city fathers and with cogs | |
| And simple men that climbed in from the bogs | |
| That said that music is a higher call | |
| Than philosophy and art and all | |
| The wisdom thats created by these dogs | |
| Now when I left home the fire it was lit | |
| To keep the faeries out my ma went into fits | |
| And it was way down in Berlin | |
| They cursed me for an Englishman | |
| But to tell the truth I cannot give a shit |