st. patrick's day
john waite
well he pulls her from the crowd
to the doorway where they kiss
she whispers with her eyes
and he winks a roguish smile
and he lights a cigarette
what the hell took you so long
'cause all i want is what you are
banners wavin' shamrocks flyin'
to the sound of drummers drummin'
well she packed her bags and left
for the new world far away
knowing there's no reason
and he comes from the bronx
and he's about to get a lesson
banners wavin' shamrocks flyin'
to the sound of drummers drummin'
in the doorway where they stand
her skin as white as cream
and her red hair tumbles down
as she looks up at the sky
banners wavin' shamrocks flyin'