Don’t shtop me now


The Galway fellas


The Blue Nun of Camden

Greatest lay I never had


Teaching the children in the language of our fathers

Curves like I never saw before

Me in my dog collar

Took her to a posh café

And then up the wooden hill

Nearly made it

Ready and willing

To cross the sea for Love

And it’s alright

No bother

Her voice

I had a dream

My baby in the crib

Her gentle honeytone caressing those tiny weird ears

So jealous

She’s out there somewhere

Someone else’s baby caressed

I’ll always remember

About I-MAN