Livin’ in America (Bainbridge Avenue 2:00 A.M.) (Black 47)

“Livin’ in America (Bainbridge Avenue 2:00 A.M.)” Sheet Music (pdf).
“Livin’ in America (Bainbridge Avenue 2:00 A.M.)” Karaoke (midi with lyrics).

Lyrics: Larry Kirwan.
Tune: Larry Kirwan.


Ah, it’s 6:00 o’clock, and it’s time to rock,
And me head is beatin’ like a drum.
In the cold daylight, I feel like shite,
And I can’t remember last night’s fun.
Then, the foreman says, “C’mon, now, boys,
Stick your fingers down your throats and get to work!”
And I wish to Christ I’d stayed home last night
’Stead of drinkin’ in America.

Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls,
And I mix cement by the ton
With me tongue hangin’ out for a bottle of stout,
Sweatin’ bullets in the Brooklyn sun.
Then, I think of her upon Kingsbridge Road.
Did she mean what she said last night?
Oh, Mammy, dear, we’re all mad over here,
Livin’ in America.

On me way downtown, I think of that clown
And the things that he said last night.
Did he mean ’em at all or was it just drink talk?
Oh, I must have looked a terrible sight.
Put me make-up on as I watch the sun
Rise high over Fordham Road.
Oh, Mammy, dear, we’re all mad over here,
Livin’ in America.

Oh, the kids aren’t dressed, and the house is a mess,
And the yuppies are networkin’ again.
Kiss their darlin’s goodbye. “Oh, we’ll be late tonight,
But we should be home by 11:00.
Oh, me little dears, dry up your tears.
Your parents are too busy makin’ money.
Oh, Mammy, dear, we’re all mad over here,
Livin’ in America.

Workin’ with the black man, Dominican, and Greek
In the snows of January or the drenchin’ August heat.
No sick days or benefits. And for Christ’s sake, don’t get hurt.
The quacks over here won’t patch you up unless they see the bucks upfront.
Lookin’ after babbys from crack of dawn ’til dusk.
Changin’ dirty nappies and cleanin’ up the house.
Is this what I’ve been educated for? To wipe the arse
Of every baby in America?

Now, the day is done, take the subway home
Squashed up like some sardine in a can.
In the Blarney Stone, I drink a gallon of foam
’Til I’m feelin’ half meself again.
If she comes tonight, I’ll ask her outright.
What the hell? Nothin’ ventured; nothin’ gained.
And if she takes a chance, she might find romance
Now she’s livin’ in America.

See him standin’ there with the ring in his ear
And the grin on the side of his face.
With the fag in his mouth, oh, I should watch out
For they say that he’s a real hard case.
Should I take me chance or say, “no thanks”?
What the hell? Nothin’ ventured; nothin’ gained.
Oh, Mammy, dear, we’re all mad over here,
Livin’ in America.

Oh, Mammy, dear, we’re all mad over here,
Livin’ in America.

Oh, Mammy, dear, we’re all mad over here,
Livin’ in America.

Oh, Mammy, dear, we’re all mad over here,
Livin’ in America.

Oh….


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