The Hit the Bottle Boys - That Woman Is Wreckin' My Head Lyrics

As I went ramblin' through Dublin town, Just to see what I might spy
Who should I see but a girl so pretty, A sparklin look in her eye
Rambled around, Dublin town, And this fine lookin' thing did I spy
From the look in her eye, I'd be better off dead, God Help me, that woman is wreckin' my head

I bought her a drink and I stood her a meal, Thinkin' maybe I'd manage a ride
But have me she wouldn't, ne'er dream of it once, With a fella as dodgy as I
A drink and a meal, beggin' to steal, Two minutes or more by her side
As dodgy am I, I'd better off dead, God Help me, that woman is wreckin my head

I pulled her up closer and attempted a kiss, Her lips, they casting a spell
But she up and walked out in the spit of an eye, She damned this poor bastard to hell
An attempt at a kiss, one soft little kiss, And shes gone in the spit of an eye
She damned me to hell, I'd be better off dead, God Help me, that woman is wreckin my head

I challenged my thirst to a gentleman's race, And I beat it in the last stretch
Now this girl took on Goddess-like splendor to me, A drunken and pitiful wretch
A gentleman's race, at a drinkin man's pace, And that woman brought beauty alive
A pitiful drunk, I'd be better off dead, God Help me, that woman is wreckin my head

To hell with ya woman, you've had your last chance, At a life with a man of my worth
I threw down seven bob, and departed that place, And ascended to Heaven from Earth
Had your last chance, no better man, Could take you as gently as I
In Heaven and Earth, I'd be better off dead, God Help me, that woman is wreckin my head

When the morning's hangover was piercing my sight, And my legs had me walking fair queer
Not a memory remained of that pretty fine lass, In that haze of cheap liquor and beer
Fair dues to you liquor, you did your job well, Thank you dear God, for you saved me from Hell
Fair dues to you liquor, you did your job well, Thank you dear God, you saved me from Hell