Pop a top again I just got time for one more round Set 'em up my friends Then I'll be gone Then you can let some other fool sit down I'd like for you to listen to a joke I heard today From a woman who said she was through and calmly walked away I tried

Clockwork angels, promise every prize High above the city square Globes of light float in mid-air Higher still, against the night Clockwork angels bathed in light You promise every treasure, to the foolish and the wise Goddesses of mystery, spirits in

I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin

Here we go again One more time She's back in town again I'll take her back again The phone will ring again I'll be her fool again I've been there before And I'll try it again But any fool knows