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Well, God killed Er but if that ain't enough
he told his brother Onan to get his widow up the duff.
Onan banged Tamar but he spilled his seed
and God killed Onan for his dirty deed
Look's like things ain't gettin' any better, boys.
We're gonna have to pull ourselves together
Gotta pull ourselves together
Well, down in Babylon the girls are pretty
but it cost a lotta silver for a little bit of titty.
If you save your dough you can get a nice chariot
and hunt lions with the men instead of a harlot
Look's like things ain't gettin' any better, boys.
We're gonna have to pull ourselves together
Gotta pull ourselves together
Well, Salome asked John the Baptist for a kiss
she got tears and tantrums instead of man bliss.
She danced for the king and this is what she said
"If I can't have his body, well I'm gonna have his head."
Look's like things ain't gettin' any better, boys.
We're gonna have to pull ourselves together
Gotta pull ourselves together
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Where's my Hat?
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Won't somebody tell me now...
Where's my hat? Where's my hat? I'm looking for the man who wears my hat.
I'll kill that rat that stole my hat, I'll shoot him down. ratta-tat-tat.
How dare he take my Shevlin hat, I'll burn his house, I'll steal his cat.
I'm looking for where my hat is at, gonna kill that man that took my hat.
You know I sat right down at the saloon bar
I ordered an ale and I lit a cigar
I laid my hat down not too far
and I took a swig from that greasy jar
But when I stood to take my leave
I hitched my guns and rolled my sleeves
and as I reached to grab my hat
I near done had a heart attack
(He went for his hat and he found it missin'
he turned to the bar and said) "Now here listen!"
Won't somebody tell me now...
Where's my hat? Where's my hat? I'm looking for the man who wears my hat.
I'll kill that rat that stole my hat, I'll shoot him down. ratta-tat-tat.
How dare he take my Shevlin hat, I'll burn his house, I'll steal his cat.
I'm looking for where my hat is at, gonna kill that man that took my hat.
You know the music stopped and I pulled my guns
I said "Nobody leaves 'til I find the one
who took my hat from 'pon my head
and if you try to run I'll make you dead."
The bar was filled with every type
and not one hatless head in sight.
There were bowlers, trilbys and a John B. Stetson
but I couldn't see my John F. Shevlin.
(He remembers distinctly, he left it there
now in it's place) ain't nothin' but air!
Won't somebody tell me now...
Where's my hat? Where's my hat? I'm looking for the man who wears my hat.
I'll kill that rat that stole my hat, I'll shoot him down. ratta-tat-tat.
How dare he take my Shevlin hat, I'll burn his house, I'll steal his cat.
I'm looking for where my hat is at, gonna kill that man that took my hat.
You know I got this hat especially made
and the finest milliner was handsomely paid.
It's colour fast and will never fade
and for it's theft his life he'll trade
It's the best darn hat you ever done seed
the only hat a man would need.
It's tough, it's life is guaranteed
unlike the thief who done that deed.
(He lost his temped, he was pushed too far.
He said "If you don't step forward I'm-a gonna start floggin'!"
He caught his reflection in a whisky jar and said)
"There's my hat, it's upon my noggin!"
Come on everybody now.
There's my hat, there's my hat, it's right there where it should be at.
I thought I left it where I say but I never took it off, how 'bout that.
There's my trusty Shevlin hat, upon my head, firm and flat.
Here you go, buddy, take back your cat
All I need's my Shevlin hat.
Won't somebody tell me now...
Where's my hat? Where's my hat? I'm looking for the man who wears my hat.
I'll kill that rat that stole my hat, I'll shoot him down. ratta-tat-tat.
How dare he take my Shevlin hat, I'll burn his house, I'll steal his cat.
I'm looking for where my hat is at, gonna kill that man that took my hat.
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The Dublin City Rounders Dublin, Ireland
If The Dublin City Rounders were a dog it would be a pink bulldog with a cowboy hat, a studded leather collar and sporting a
sleeveless denim jacket.
Two Irish brothers, one mind and a single beating heart made of rock n roll gold.
Whether playing a Stephen Foster esque song from the 1880’s or a brand new self penned classic you can’t take your eyes, or ears, off these lads!
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