I like my coffee in the mornin’,
Crazy ’bout my tea at night.
I like my coffee in the mornin’,
Crazy ’bout my tea at night.

If I don’t get my sugar three times a day,
Boy, you know I don’t feel right.
Well, I know my hound dog
When I hear him bark.
Well, I know my hound dog
When I hear him bark.
And I know my baby when I feel her
In the dark.

They were drinkin' his wine
they were usin' his name
they were takin' the time to take
his name in vain

Look what the good people done to him
look what the good people done to him
they were havin' their fun
look what the good people done

Well, the good people say things that they
don't really mean
they look so convincing 'cause they're
so squeaky clean

Gotta spread the news in the regions again
I'm gonna sing my blues in the regions again
Gonna blow my fuse 'cause I wanna cut loose
In the regions again

Wanna dance by you by the light of the moon
I wanna see you there on a bright afternoon
I wanna sing my song, won't you play me the tune
In the regions again

In the Celtic Spring
In the Celtic Spring
Won't you come and go

Tell me what do you get
At the end of the day
Is it all worth the while
Can you put on a smile
Does it fill you with pride
All the feelings inside
Or do you just wanna hide
Can you still walk away
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
Are you lonely or sad
Do you think you've been had
Is your heart ever glad
Or are you afraid
‘Cause you don't have it made

Oh the mud splattered victims
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway
Torn between half truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks

It's when that rough god goes riding
When the rough god goes gliding
And then rough god goes riding
Riding on in

I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glasshouses throwing stones
Gaping wounds that will never heal