Songtexte
Born
on
a
black
Monday
Me
mother
screamin'
curses
Me
aul'
out
in
the
pub
losin'
money
on
the
horses
Me
granny
kicked
in
the
door
Said
"Get
a
job
ya
bastard!"
And
I
come
rolling
into
the
world
a
walkin'
talkin'
disaster
With
a
toot
on
the
flute
and
a
twiddle
on
the
fiddle
Oh,
music
in
me
soul
and
a
beat
on
me
boom
box
So
up,
down,
turn
around,
crash
into
the
wall
Dancing
to
the
beat
of
me
own
different
drummer
roll
At
the
age
of
16
years
I
was
apprenticed
to
a
grocer
But
they
never
knew
me
name
all
they
wanted
was
yes
or
no
sir
So
I
bought
a
cheap
guitar
I
learned
to
write
me
poetry
And
me
and
rock
'n'
roll
set
off
to
see
the
country
Oh
we
played
in
pubs
and
dancehalls
We
even
played
in
brothels
I
learned
all
about
the
good
life
To
the
arse
end
of
a
bottle
I
learned
about
love
From
many's
the
fine
lady
But
I
was
always
searching
for
me
one
true
darlin'
baby
With
a
toot
on
the
flute
and
a
twiddle
on
the
fiddle
Oh,
music
in
me
soul
and
a
beat
on
me
boom
box
So
up,
down,
turn
around,
crash
into
the
wall
Dancing
to
the
beat
of
me
own
different
drummer
roll
Oh,
I
searched
from
coast
to
coast
From
Florida
to
Canada
With
me
heart
upon
me
sleeve
Screamin'
out
"Hi,
where
are
ya?"
Till
I
went
over
a
six
foot
girl
From
the
south
side
of
Chicago
But
it
turned
out
she
was
a
model
Can
you
imagine
the
disaster?
But
the
sweetest
girl
of
all
was
from
the
state
of
California
Ah
she
took
me
home
to
bed
Keep
me
rockin'
till
the
mornin'
Till
the
door
came
crashin'
in
In
the
midst
of
me
shenanigans
And
her
husband
beat
me
up
so
bad
I'm
never
getting
up
again
With
a
toot
on
the
flute
and
a
twiddle
on
the
fiddle
Oh,
music
in
me
soul
and
a
beat
on
me
boom
box
So
up,
down,
turn
around,
crash
into
the
wall
Dancing
to
the
beat
of
me
own
different
drummer
roll
Oh,
I'm
goin'
back
to
Brooklyn
With
me
tail
between
me
legs,
oh
I'm
giving
up
this
rock
'n'
roll
'Tis
far
too
dangerous
work,
oh
Stay
at
yer
steady
jobs
me
boys
Get
married
and
have
babies
And
keep
the
hell
away
From
them
California
ladies
With
a
toot
on
the
flute
and
a
twiddle
on
the
fiddle
Oh,
music
in
me
soul
and
a
beat
on
me
boom
box
So
up,
down,
turn
around,
crash
into
the
wall
Dancing
to
the
beat
of
me
own
different
drummer
roll
With
a
toot
on
the
flute
and
a
twiddle
on
the
fiddle
Oh,
music
in
me
soul
and
a
beat
on
me
boom
box
So
up,
down,
turn
around,
crash
into
the
wall
Dancing
to
the
beat
of
me
own
different
drummer
roll
With
a
toot
on
the
flute
and
a
twiddle
on
the
fiddle
Oh,
music
in
me
soul
and
a
beat
on
me
boom
box
So
up,
down,
turn
around,
crash
into
the
wall
Dancing
to
the
beat
of
me
own
different
drummer
roll
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