The Black 47 - Celtic Rocker lyrics

She fell hard for a Celtic Rocker Turned her whole life upside down Her Old Man don't know what to do with her Out drinkin' Guinness, buyin' her own round She tossed her J. Crew in the garbage She sportin' tartan, Doc Marten boots She wear her Scally, oh so stylish Told her Old Man she's discoverin' her roots She know the songs and the bands that sing ‘em The Murphs, the Mollies, 47, the Dubs She readin' Tim Pat Coogan biographies Showin' off her tattoos down the pub She moshin' hard at all the concerts Know the names of all the boys in the band The rhythm section dreams about her Lady fiddle player wants to hold her hand Someday she goin' back to Ireland Scotland, Wales, the Isle of Man Find out exactly where she come's from At least when she's drinkin' that's the plan She got her eyes on the Uilleann Pipes player Meet him later at the hotel bar They're gonna do some serious drinkin' Like all them Celtic rock & roll stars She's rockin' hard at all the festivals Dublin, Milwaukee, Chicago too From New York City to San Francisco She's a part of the Celtic Who's who She takin' lessons on the guitar She can dance the Walls of Limerick too Someday she be on stage here with us She be a Celtic Rocker too She know the songs and the bands that sing ‘em The Murphs, the Mollies, 47, the Clash So don't go messin' with the lady Ní beidh a leithéad ann arís Oh yeah, little Celtic Rocker Meet me backstage at the van C'mon little Celtic Rocker Gonna show you what it's like in a rock & roll band