Christy Moore - Riding the High Stool lyrics

I was riding the high stool
Expandin' and expoundin'
On the price of rice in Siera Leone
And the height of the beef mountain
As to where did Jack Doyle meet Movita
How many wives did the Aga Khan
Dismountin' from my high horse
I couldn't find the handle of
The bar room door!

Yeah sure I knew it all
Then up again' the counter
I'd weigh you up in ten seconds flat
Ya see I was a great judge of character
My instincts always tellin' me exactly
What kinda guy I got
'Til I turned to go that is
Whereupon I couldn't tell my arse
From my well-bent elbow

I was heading down the streets of Laredo
Singin' Red Sails in the Sunset
Sure it was no wonder, we knew it all then
Twas like drinkin' porter off a
Sore leg sez Ber Murphy
"Would ye ever ask me bollix"
Sez Kenny Barry
I showed them the colour of me money
When I got back from Katanga
There's no business like show business sez
Titch Maher in Flood's bar
After snaggin' turnips for the Holy Fathers
But after it got dark
Much later down by the pinkeen bridge
I cried buckets in the river
When Mickser sang "Oh gentle
Swallows"oh gentle swallows

For knowin' it all is a lonely place to be
Yet still I found it very hard to say
"Hey man, this load is too much for me
Til I was completely terrified
Whereupon a light ship came upon my way
And caught me in it's beam
Before I went under, yet again
For the very last time

I was ridin' the high stool
Expandin' and expoundin'
Swimming in the wine lakes and
Climbing the beef mountains
Ridin' the high stool
Expandin' and expoundin'
On the price of rice in Siera Leone
And the height of the beef mountain
Ridin' the high stool
Expandin' and expoundin'