But you're not a man You're just a Mannequin I wish you could feel that my love is real I'm such a fool Cause you're not a man You're just a, a toy Could you ever be a real, real boy And understand How do I get closer to you

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I