Dirty Old Town - The Pogues & Kirsty MacColl

Well, there are sixteen people in danny's apartment Sixteen people are living in there Remember the days of rent control Grandpa remembers rock and roll These days won't last forever These days won't last for long You know, somebody somewhere owes us a favor That's how things really get done In this world of opportunities, it's a land of possibilities We wanna live in a dirty old town Building it up, tearing us down With our head in the clouds and our feet on the ground We wanna live - dirty old town Dirty old town Now when the ladies come from kansas They wear their traditional colors Today the fabrics are ragged and torn The clothes on their backs is all that they own They say, "don't draw attention to yourself They'll tear you apart for a couple of bucks Keep you head down and keep you nose clean 'Cause people who're scared do dangerous things" These days can't last forever These days can't last for long You know someday things'll get better Somehow things'll get done In this world of possibilities, it's the land of opportunities We wanna live in a dirty old town Building it up, tearing us down With our head in the clouds and our feet on the ground We wanna live - dirty old town Dirty old town These days shoes are worn only on special occasions Battles are fought for fam'ly and nations Maybe you'll pray, but God isn't home And there's no guarantee that justice be done We wanna live in a dirty old town Building it up, tearing us down With our head in the clouds and our feet on the ground We wanna live - dirty old town Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town, dirty old town Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling on their beat Spring's a girl from the streets at night Dirty old town, dirty old town I heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring on the smoky wind Dirty old town, dirty old town I'm going to make a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire I'll chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town, dirty old town I met my love by the factory wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town, dirty old town Dirty old town, dirty old town

I met my lobe by the gas works wall I dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Of this dirty old town Dirty old town This dirty old town This dirty old town Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling over on their beat Spring's a girl from the streets at night Dirty old town Dirty old town This dirty old town This dirty old town I heard a signal coming from the docks I saw a train set the night on fire I smelled the spring in the smoky wind Of this dirty old town, this dirty old town This dirty old town, this dirty old town, yeah This dirty old town, this dirty old town This dirty old town, this dirty old town I'm going to make me a good sharp ax Shining steel tempered in the fire I'll chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town, this dirty old town Dirty old town, this dirty old town Of this dirty old town, this dirty old town This dirty old town, this dirty old town This dirty old town, this dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town

I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the chochona We have brandy and half corona And Leonardo and his accordione And calamari and macaroni Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again There is a minstrel, there you see And he stoppeth one in three He whispers in this one's ear "Will you kindly kill a dog for me" Now he has won chochona in the bingo All the town has watched this crazy gringo As he pulls off the doll's head laughing And miraldo throws its body in the sea Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again El vienticinco de agosto Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley Pero el bebe cinquante Gin-campari Y se tendio para cerrarlos Y Costello el rey del America Y suntuosa Cait O Riordan Non rompere mes colliones Los gritos fuera de las casas Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say adios until we see Almeria once again

In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think And we'll go where the spirits take us, to Heaven or to Hell And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From the dear old streets of King's Cross to the doors of the ICA Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammersmith's sightly shores We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores There's lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the GLC And when we've done those bastards in, we'll storm the BBC Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Surrey Docks to Somers Town with a KMRIA Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) From a five-pound bet in William Hills to a Soho sex-shop dream From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream We'll spew and lurch, get nicked, on the way we'll kill and maim When you haven't got a penny, boys, it's all the bloody same Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve, to the beauty that's Mill Lane Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye) This town has done us dirty, this town has bled us dry We've been here for a long time and we'll be here 'til we die So we'll finish off the leavings of blood and glue and beer And burn this bloody city down in the summer of the year Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) From Arlington House with a two bob bit to the Scottish shores today Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye) We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye) (Yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye)

Okay, time for sayonara So long, Yankee break my heart There's nothing left for us to say now Even the best friends gotta part I walked into a nearest bar I sat and looked towards the sea I wandered drunken down the beach The waves just whispered misery She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong Flu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Som-yat-zu, som-yat-zu Som-yat-zu, som-yat-zu I got new papers in a bordello With some Luckies and my ID My heart was pounding like a hammer Thai, Thai, Thai, Thai, Thai, I am free She kissed me softly on the lips She took my hand without a sound This was our happy ever after So motherfucker kiss the ground She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black She had a red, red scarf around her neck Her eyes were green, her hair was black Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong Flu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Ooh, she gave me Hong Kong Flu Ooh, she gave me Mekong Whiskey Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Put me on a breeze to Katmandu Put me on a breeze to Katmandu