Different Drummer

Born on a black monday

Me mother screamin' curses

Me ould lad in the pub losin' money on the horses

Me granny kicked in the door

Said get a job you bastard

And I come rollin' into the world

A walkin' talkin' disaster

With a toot on the flute

And a twiddle on the fiddle oh

Music in me soul and a beat on me boombox oh

Up down turn around

And crash into the wall

Dancin' to the beat of me

Own different drummer oh

At the age of 16 years

I was apprenticed to a grocer

But they never knew me name

All they wanted was 'yes and no sir'

So I bought a cheap guitar

I learnt to write me poetry

And me and rock and roll

Set off to see the country

Oh we played in pubs and

Dancehalls we even played in brothels

I learned all about the good life

Through the a** end of a bottle

I learned about love

From many's the fine lady

But I was always searchin' for me one true darlin' baby

With a toot on the flute

And a twiddle on the fiddle oh

Music in me soul and a beat on me boombox oh

Up down turn around

And crash into the wall

Dancin' to the beat of me

Own different drummer oh

Oh I searchin' coast to coast

From Florida to Canada

With me heart upon me sleeve screamin' out

Hi where are yeh

'Til I went home with a six foot girl

From the south side of Chicago

But it turned out she was a man

Oh can you imagine the disaster

But the sweetest girl of all was

From the state of California

Oh she took me home to bed

Kept me rockin 'til the mornin'

Then the door came crashin' in

And the midst of me shenanigans

And her husband beat me up so bad

I'll never get it up again

With a toot on the flute

And a twiddle on the fiddle oh

Music in me soul and a beat on me boombox oh

Up down turn around

And crash into the wall

Dancin' to the beat of me

Of me own different drummer oh

Oh I'm goin' back to brooklyn

With me tail between me legs oh

I'm givin' up this rock and roll

This far too dangerous work oh

Stay at your steady jobs me boys

Get married and have babies

And keep the hell away

From them California ladies

With a toot on the flute

And a twiddle on the fiddle oh

Music in me soul and a beat on me boombox oh

Up down turn around

And crash into the wall

Dancin' to the beat of me

Own different drummer oh

With a toot on the flute

And a twiddle on the fiddle oh

Music in me soul and a beat on me boombox oh

Up down turn around

And crash into the wall

Dancin' to the beat of me

Own different drummer oh

With a toot on the flute

And a twiddle on the fiddle oh

Music in me soul and a beat on me boombox oh

Up down turn around

And crash into the wall

Dancin' to the beat of me