Woorden: Tossers (The). On A Fine Spring Evening. Terry Obradaigh.

I grew up in Dublin Town
I fought my way out round by round with Shane Brown.
Coke and smack dangerous boys
The corner girls they used as toys

Our Maggie's as Dublin as could be
She stepped into these filthy streets, stepped toward me.
To turn her eye I pushed and shoved
On Eden Quay we fell in love

My Da says I live in a dream, and last night where I lay
It was Maggie that I seen in America far away
So I climbed up into that ring and I did not go down
13 wins and 12 knockouts, and the Dublin destroyers crown

I can't hear you let me go
To find that Dublin girl I'll go where I don't know
Straight from here straight into hell
May god guard you, fare you well

Shane you are my best friend, my best friend for so long
There's nothing you can take from me that ain't already gone

No you can't outlast me, because I have to win
I don't know what will happen, but I can't live this life again.
So I climbed up into that ring and I did not go down
13 wins and 12 knockouts, and the Dublin destroyers crown