Текст песни Irish Breakfast Day - Gaelic Storm

Cracked mug, cuppa, toast and jelly,
Weather forecast is on the telly,
′Dairygold', cloudy skies,
Bacon, rashers, beans and fries.
′HP' brown sauce, salt and pepper,
Duffle coat and a wooly sweater!
Chorus
Everybody's got a dream, this is mine.
I want an island in the stream and some time,
And sunshine, sunshine, sunshine, sunshine.
Chucking buckets the streets are drowning,
Looking gloomy my sausage is frowning.
Mushrooms are looking overdone,
Clouds are beating up the sun.
Farmhouse eggs done over easy,
Cold front coming, wet and breezy!
Chorus
The whistle on the kettle is calling,
Sleet and snow, the pressure′s falling.
Marmalade that comes from Spain,
Where rain falls mainly on the plain.
Patchy fog, it′s ten degrees,
Black pudding, jam and mushy peas!
Chorus
Everybody's got a dream, this is mine.
Everybody′s got a dream, this is mine.
Eggs are up and they're looking sunny,
Yellow yoke is warm and runny.
Tomato halves are grilled and lying,
Next to the white bread fresh from frying.
Thunderstorms are on the way,
Just another Irish breakfast day!
Chorus
Everybody′s got a dream, this one's mine,
Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine.
Got a dream, got a dream of sunshine.