Can'tLiveHere©2023TonyFallon423
Once upon a time when I was younger and single
I lived in digs with others in the town of Dingle
There were only three of us that meant the rent wasn't bad
But alas there was only one bathroom and that was sad
Two guys and a girl that made up our little trio
Maryanne and I and a man from Cork man named Leo
Some wee problems arose because of our working hours
And when it was ok to wash hair and take showers
Maryann made sure we kept the place neat and tidy
And collected the rent from us two every Friday
Swearing was never allowed we had to behave
And we would have to clean up the sink after a shave
We were not expected to be living like a monk
But when we got home at night we'd better not be drunk
We often heard complaints from her about how she slaved
Especially any time the toilet seat was raised
It did not take too much to get her temper going
And she was no way averse at all to throwing
Often yolks and eggshells hung for seconds on the wall
Then in frustration she'd sit on the sofa and bawl
Con and I had responsibility and duty
She could cook and she always had a pot of brewed tea
She could cook like my mother we always had great meals
You could hear her coming by the clicking of her heels
No bare chests allowed any time or place nor bare feet
Sofa's were not for meals at the table you had to eat
Dirty clothes were not supposed to be hung on the floor
And when peeing or pooping you closed the bathroom door
You can't do this you can not do that she was so strict
It was good training for marriage but so much conflict
I regretted the agreement we had in advance
That amongst the three of us there would be no romance
After nine months passed my admiration for her warmed
And I liked myself better I think I was transformed
When I admitted my ardor there was no great shock
But she said I'd have to sell the little farm in Knock
The problem was the Cork man he was cramping my style
When I told him he'd have to move he became hostile
He reminded me of our pact I would not be cowed
I told him I considered three too much of a crowd
I guess I acted badly I was full of conceit
My once best friend turned on me I wound up on the street
The father who was against our living condition
Boldly dug in his heels and would not give permission.
I often wonder as I toil daily in New York.
If there was some nasty gossip from the chap from Cork
