Drumshanbo Hustle - Van Morrison

Lord have mercy!

Feel so good

I think I’m gonna work

I was talking to the judge, just before we left the countryside

Piece of paper in his hand, trying to find the way

Trying to rip it out, well now I’ve got it all around

Tore the pages up before they brought the curtain down

I remember the day, the 'Drumshanbo Hustle'

When you couldn’t hear a bird, it was making not a sound

They were trying to muscle in, an easy way to bring the money in

You were puking up your guts

When you looked at the standard contract you just signed

Prostitution on the run, 'ceptin what it was soliciting

Tryin' to drain them all dry, got hung up by the rope

Magazines and books, clearly undefinable

Wiped the clean slate, and pulled the rug from underneath her feet

I remember the day, the 'Drumshanbo Hustle'

When you couldn’t hear no birds, 'cos they were making not a sound

They were trying to muscle in, the recording and the publishing

You were puking up your guts

When you read the standard contract you just signed, alright!

New York hooker by the neck, reads your Tarot cards and astronomy

Hey, I want to get your stars but don’t know your sign

It was taking time to get the message through to it

But will hand down shake you one, and a letter five «T» rhyme

No sign poker

Oh, remember the day, the 'Drumshanbo Hustle'

Couldn’t hear a bird, Lord, you couldn’t hear no sound

They were trying to muscle in

On the gigs and the recording and the publishing

You were puking up your guts

When you read the standard contract you just signed

You were puking up your guts

When you read the standard contract that you signed

You were puking up your guts

When you read the standard contract you just signed