If You Was Shane MacGowan You'd Be Dead By Now
March 31, 2010 9:26 PM
A practice demo of a song arranged for my Irish-American band, The Peter O'Tooles.
LYRICS:
With yer tales of boozing and getting in rows
If you was Shane MacGowan you'd be dead by now
You let rot all yer teeth and wrinkles crease yer brow
But if you was Shane MacGowan you'd be dead by now
You sing songs of hard living
But life ain't so forgiving
With your Behan and Yeats in yer old kitsack
If you was Shane MacGowan you'd be on your back
You spill out all your pills and declare it wicked craic
But if you was Shane MacGowan you'd be on your back
You write songs of addiction
But they are mostly fiction
Stagger out of bed and upchuck on the floor
And stare at your watch it's a quarter to four
There's bills in the mailbox a collector at the door
If it ain't spent on whiskey what the hell is money for
Scratch down a rhymed couplet that popped into yer head
And consider a shower but it's to the pub instead
You live like Shane MacGowan as MacGowan lived and bled
But if you is Shane MacGowan then why ain't you dead
Your abuse of yer liver is world renowned
But if you was Shane MacGowan you'd be in the ground
You think yerself a poet you fancy yer profound
But if you was Shane MacGowan you'd be in the ground
You're bruised and broken and battered
As though that was all that mattered
You've neglected your wardrobe until it started stinking
And what's the use of money unless its money spent on drinking
We're coming up or going down and you prefer it sinking
Hoist your cups for a toast let's get cl-cl-clinking
Whatja tell yobbo he's waiting now outside
You ain't Shane MacGowan but well at least you tried
To live like Shane MacGowan and MacGowan lived and cried
But if you was Shane MacGowan why ain't you died?
LYRICS:
With yer tales of boozing and getting in rows
If you was Shane MacGowan you'd be dead by now
You let rot all yer teeth and wrinkles crease yer brow
But if you was Shane MacGowan you'd be dead by now
You sing songs of hard living
But life ain't so forgiving
With your Behan and Yeats in yer old kitsack
If you was Shane MacGowan you'd be on your back
You spill out all your pills and declare it wicked craic
But if you was Shane MacGowan you'd be on your back
You write songs of addiction
But they are mostly fiction
Stagger out of bed and upchuck on the floor
And stare at your watch it's a quarter to four
There's bills in the mailbox a collector at the door
If it ain't spent on whiskey what the hell is money for
Scratch down a rhymed couplet that popped into yer head
And consider a shower but it's to the pub instead
You live like Shane MacGowan as MacGowan lived and bled
But if you is Shane MacGowan then why ain't you dead
Your abuse of yer liver is world renowned
But if you was Shane MacGowan you'd be in the ground
You think yerself a poet you fancy yer profound
But if you was Shane MacGowan you'd be in the ground
You're bruised and broken and battered
As though that was all that mattered
You've neglected your wardrobe until it started stinking
And what's the use of money unless its money spent on drinking
We're coming up or going down and you prefer it sinking
Hoist your cups for a toast let's get cl-cl-clinking
Whatja tell yobbo he's waiting now outside
You ain't Shane MacGowan but well at least you tried
To live like Shane MacGowan and MacGowan lived and cried
But if you was Shane MacGowan why ain't you died?
posted by Astro Zombie (3 comments total) 1 user marked this as a favorite
Amusing lyrics, AZ.
posted by flapjax at midnite at 10:30 PM on April 1, 2010
posted by flapjax at midnite at 10:30 PM on April 1, 2010
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posted by allaboutgeorge at 10:43 PM on March 31, 2010