Praities & 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

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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
â€˜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

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