Dirty Old Town (Live At the Olympia, Paris In 2012) - The Pogues & Kirsty MacColl

Chain, chain, chain (Chain, chain, chain) Chain, chain, chain (Chain, chain, chain) Chain, chain, chain (Chain, chain, chain) Chain of fools For five long years I thought you were my man But I found out I'm just a link in your chain You got me where you want me I ain't nothin' but your fool Ya treated me mean Oh you treated me cruel Chain, chain, chain (Chain, chain, chain) Chain of fools Every chain, has got a weak link I might be weak yeah But I'll give you strength Oh, hey You told me to leave you alone My father said, "Come on home" My doctor said, "Take it easy" Oh but your lovin' is much too strong I'm added to your Chain, chain, chain (Chain, chain, chain) Chain, chain, chain (Chain, chain, chain) Chain, chain, chai-i-in (Chain, chain, chain) Chain of fools One of these mornings The chain is gonna break But up until the day I'm gonna take all I can take, oh hey Chain, chain, chain (Chain, chain, chain) Chain, chain, chain (Chain, chain, chain) Chain, chain, chai-i-in (Chain, chain, chain) Chain of fools Chain, chain, chai-i-in Chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chai-i-in Chain of fools

Watch me ... watch me! I got it! Watch me ... I got it HEY! I got somethin' that makes me wanna shout I got somethin' that tells me what it's all about Huh, I got soul and I'm super bad! I've got soul and I'm super bad Huh Now I gotta move that tells me what to do Sometimes it's easy, ha Now I gotta move that tells me what to do Sometimes I feel so nice, I wanna try myself with you Ha, ha I got soul and I'm super bad Ha I love, I love to do my thing, Ha. and I, and I don't need, no one else Sometimes I feels so nice, good god I jump back, I wanna kiss myself I've got soul, huh, and I'm super Hey I said I'm super bad Bridge, come on Slap it down And round and round Up and down All around Right-on people Huh, let it all hang out If you don't brothas and sistas Then you won't know What it's all about Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Heeeeey Uh, come on! I got the something that makes me wanna shout I got that thing that tells me what it's all about I got soul, ha, and I'm super bad! I got the move that tells me what to do Sometimes I feel so nice, I said I wanna try myself with you Ha I, I, I, I, I got soul, and I'm super bad Bridge, hit me Slap it down And all around Right-on people Huh, let it all hang out If you don't brothas and sistas Then you won't know What it's all about Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Huh, come on Gimme, (Shout out band) Said I'm super bad A super bad brother Good god Super bad

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