Began in Carrick with a hunger on me haigh
Went to the Roma but out of luck
Twas black a’din, couldn’t turn a sweet in your mouth
And me ready to lick the arse of a low flying duck

Headed to Dublin, bleedin jaysis
Got a what you lookin at bud
Outside Burdocks which was closed
So off on the train to Cork for me food.

On Pana like looking for a breast in a bun
But Hillbilly’s was a Mickey D’s now and I’m allergic like
Got a backer off a feen to Douglas
And found a Lennoxes with no queue