Gaelic Storm - Born to Be a Bachelor lyrics
[Gaelic Storm - Born to Be a Bachelor lyrics]
Let me introduce meself
Me name ‘tis Paddy Green
I am me mammy’s pride and joy
A fine oul’ buachaillin!
I come from the county Waterford
Near the village of Tramore
I’ve been living at home since I was one
And now I’m forty-four!
I was born to be a Bachelor
I’ll never walk down the aisle
Me mam still makes me breakfast
(I’m) Livin’ it up in shtyle
Girls, ye’ll never catch me
Stayin’ single, that’s the plan
I was born to be a Bachelor
Sure I’m yer only man! Hah?
Into town on the Saturday night
All the b’ys go on a spree
If you come down to the dishco
You can have a drink with me!
With the ladies on the dance floor
I’m a wild and crazy guy
In me white socks and me black suede shoes
And me thin red leather tie!
Then it’s off to mass next morning
I’m wearin’ me Sunday best
I’ve got no wife to fight with
So I’ve no sins to confess!
After church, the married men
Go home, oh what a shame!
‘Cause, I’m scullin’ da pints down at the pub
I’m watchin’ the football game!
I’m a ramblin’ ranter, I’m a rollin’ stone
I’m a galavanter’ g’wan an leave me alone
If yer out to get married, you’ll get no joy
Cause, I was born and bred
To be a bachelor boy! Up in Lisdoonvarna
They’ve an old matchmaker’s fair
The girls all go a huntin’
So you’ll never see me there!
I’ve got a Russian sweetheart
A fine oul’ thing is she!
She’s out in Vladivostok
And that’s close enough for me!
Me name ‘tis Paddy Green
I am me mammy’s pride and joy
A fine oul’ buachaillin!
I come from the county Waterford
Near the village of Tramore
I’ve been living at home since I was one
And now I’m forty-four!
I was born to be a Bachelor
I’ll never walk down the aisle
Me mam still makes me breakfast
(I’m) Livin’ it up in shtyle
Girls, ye’ll never catch me
Stayin’ single, that’s the plan
I was born to be a Bachelor
Sure I’m yer only man! Hah?
Into town on the Saturday night
All the b’ys go on a spree
If you come down to the dishco
You can have a drink with me!
With the ladies on the dance floor
I’m a wild and crazy guy
In me white socks and me black suede shoes
And me thin red leather tie!
Then it’s off to mass next morning
I’m wearin’ me Sunday best
I’ve got no wife to fight with
So I’ve no sins to confess!
After church, the married men
Go home, oh what a shame!
‘Cause, I’m scullin’ da pints down at the pub
I’m watchin’ the football game!
I’m a ramblin’ ranter, I’m a rollin’ stone
I’m a galavanter’ g’wan an leave me alone
If yer out to get married, you’ll get no joy
Cause, I was born and bred
To be a bachelor boy! Up in Lisdoonvarna
They’ve an old matchmaker’s fair
The girls all go a huntin’
So you’ll never see me there!
I’ve got a Russian sweetheart
A fine oul’ thing is she!
She’s out in Vladivostok
And that’s close enough for me!