There have been ructions everywhere, down our street,
Would you like to know what the whole world says, down our street?
All the gang are on the booze, we're all out on a big carouse,
There's skin and whiskers flying loose, down our street.
Chorus:
Down our street,
There are married men and maidens fair
Dancing mad in the midnight air;
There are jawbones missing everywhere
Down our street.
A copper he once hit Muldoon, down our street,
Says Muldoon, "we'll have a funeral soon", down our street,
They took off their coats to have a round and when Muldoon got off the ground,
Sure a copper's hat was all they found, down our street.
In the winter it gets very cold, down our street,
We burn the doors 'cos we got no coal, down our street,
And when the cupboard it gets bare, they say tomcat tastes just like hair;
The Alsatians all walk round in pairs, down our street.
The tarry man does a lively trade, down our street,
All have bought but none have paid, down our street,
And when he comes to collect his own, he's dead before he can even moan;
Sure we're building a graveyard of our own, down our street.
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