Blow
Blow your tuneless trumpet the choice is yours
I'm going to see the horse doctor
He's waiting where the rain comes in
The fancy shirt I wore is just lying in the drawer
The girl I used to sleep with I don't see her anymore
Blow
Blow your tuneless trumpet the choice is yours
d**h belongs to everyone it's the only thing we have
Yeah, d**h belongs to everyone it's the only thing we have
I don't owe nobody I don't even owe the rent
I've even got some money left I still haven't spent
So blow
Blow your tuneless trumpet the choice is yours
We don't want the glamour the pomp and the drums
The dublin messiah scattering crumbs
Just blow