Mrs Hooley Go Home - Kevin Coyne

Now Mad Irish Mick owns himself a wife

He complains in the public house she’s the plague of his life

I’ve seen her at the jumble sale sorting through the rags

If I could see into their hoouse, I’d see the dregs and the cracks

Chorus: Mrs Hooley go home (x3), go right back to Ireland.

Mad Irish Mick, he smiles from behind the edge

He promised the policeman he’d taken the pledge

No more drinking, no more beating your wife

But he still says he loves her for all her life (he's a liar)

Chorus

Hooley is a cruelly (repeat)

The Robinsons now they live at No. 9

And their scraggy children point the finger all the time

I hate their children, I hate what they do But I love Mrs Hooley, I love her, yes I do (she's from Ireland)

Chorus

Bye bye Mrs Hooley, I hope you’ll go It’s much freer in Ireland, don’t you know

Think about the culture and the men you died

And the Robinsons won’t help you at No. 9 (go home)

Chorus

Bye bye Mrs Hooley, go home (repeat)