Sharks don't attack the Irish It's mostly Australians There's nothing accomplished By these splashing citizens From the moon down to the surface Of the Mariana's trench I won't send you in a cab when I can take you there myself then Steal a look over your shoulder At the distant lights of your firmament When the shark's finished the Irish
And those people from Berlin We left our look of the landed With one of rescue's imminent From the moon down to the surface Of the Mariana's trench I won't send you in a cab when I can take you there myself then Steal a look over your shoulder At the chandeliers of your firmament It's your firmament, baby