The Tossers - St. Stephens Day lyrics

I stumbled into Merrion row to listen to a tune I fought my way down Grafton by the rising of the moon I sat on the floor of my poxy room just me and the BBC Eating bachelors beans out of the tin there's nothing here for me And a rovin' you will go You are not the one she wants You are just a ghost From an evening haunt And a rovin' you will go And you wish that she would stay For now your day is empty and it's just another day I put my pen to paper but there's nothin to be said I might as well be in the desert with a turban on my head I could go to Trader John's or I could shower and could shave I could go on up to Wicklow and throw a rose on Ronnie's grave I drank until my bones shook and gathered all my pay I stood outside the locked up bar along the bachelors quay I had absolutely forgotten that it was Christmas day And now there's nothing open and there's nothing left to say And it's only Christmas day And it's just St. Stephen's Day