Now listen up, valued fellas and ladies
Gonna share my story of old
Although my reputation is shady
'Tis the truth, I swear, lo and behold
Started out as respectable lady
Born with a silver spoon in my mouth
Until I met this fellow O'Grady
And that's when all the things went south
His eyes were green, a weathered skin
An iron look, a distinctive chin
I fell in love, head over heels
If you've ever loved before, you know how it feels
For a while this ship sailed smooth
But suddenly he developed odd manners
The worst thing was, I swear it's the truth
He look at me as if I was long in the tooth
All good things must come to an end
A magic potion I got from a friend
Brought him dinner and guess what he found
Falling dead from the chair, laying cold on the ground
Now I'm the widow of an Irish man
A hundred pieces in the trashcan
Getting rid of pleasure and pain
A quarter to seven, here come the dustmen