Kevin Coyne - Mrs. Hooley Go Home lyrics

Coyne Now Mad Irish Mick owns himself a wife He complains in the public house she's the plague of his life I've seen her at the jumble sale sorting through the rags If I could see into their hoouse, I'd see the dregs and the cracks Chorus: Mrs Hooley go home (x3), go right back to Ireland. Mad Irish Mick, he smiles from behind the edge He promised the policeman he'd taken the pledge No more drinking, no more beating your wife But he still says he loves her for all her life (he's a liar) Chorus Hooley is a cruelly (repeat) The Robinsons now they live at No. 9 And their scraggy children point the finger all the time I hate their children, I hate what they do But I love Mrs Hooley, I love her, yes I do (she's from Ireland) Chorus Bye bye Mrs Hooley, I hope you'll go It's much freer in Ireland, don't you know Think about the culture and the men you died And the Robinsons won't help you at No. 9 (go home) Chorus Bye bye Mrs Hooley, go home (repeat)