lyrics: mist of the irish sky – praties and point

cd: Mist of the Irish Sky

track 7: Praties and Point

Praties and point
Praties and point
I need fuel
For my muscles and joints
Meat takes money
And I got no coin
So I’ll be living
On praties and point

Times got hard
Meat got scarce
I’m not ready
For a ride in a hearse
So we pay homage
Where the meat once was
Hoping it appears
But it never does

Chorus

There’s my brother
In Amerikay
He’s living high
On the hog they say
He’s got a belly
From the fine rich food
I’m not letting
It affect my mood

Chorus

I dreamed last night
Of a big corned beef
Oh let me tell you
What a fine relief
I came awaking
In the early dawn
My ould tummy rumblin’
And the corned beef gone

Chorus

There’s not a moment
In a day goes by
That I’m not thinking
’bout a full pig sty
A pile of bacon on a breakfast plate
Oh what a vision, but all I eat (are)
When I’m dead and buried
In a box you’ll see
Someone’s surely
Gonna ask about me
Be sure and tell them
I’m doin’ my best
Pushing those praties up
Off of my chest

Chorus