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Moore passed the frog-eyed man
As he walked into the bar
And Betty Coltrane she jumped under her table

"What's your pleasure?" asked the barman
He
because it's Geoff Moore and the distance 
Going up against the big guy, the prince of darkness! 
It's been quite and evolution with Geoff Moore
Moore passed the frog-eyed man
As he walked into the bar
And Betty Coltrane she jumped under her table

"What's your pleasure?" asked the barman
He
land
Am
Walkin' down an alabama road

And he went by the name of william moore
Now what are you doing william moore
D g am
Why the letter in your
was your name?
It was Geoff, Geoff
I lost my buddy and I wept, wept
I come down from the meth
So I slept, slept
I had a good home but I left, left
"D'yez not know nothin' by Christy Moore?" 

The next thing you be wantin' is Danny Boy! Chris is chillin' on the uilleann but he isn't alone 
Here
pillows by the door
Gazing at my Henry Moore

He's an acquired taste
But nothing goes to waste
The trouble is there's not a lot around
And in this situation
Stole my heart away,
You know I never could pronounce her name.
She didn't mind at all.

We were sitting there,
Seemed like hours
Pass the day away,
he's just a Plastic Paddy, singin' Plastic Paddy songs
In a Plastic Paddy pub that they call The Blarny Stone
The publican's a proddy Scot by the name
like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore

I
that he said yours.

But you don't want to say his name anymore.
Oh, Cynda Moore.

Baby daughter on the road,
You're wrapped up warm in daddy's
They put it in the tabloids.
Got a look at Fergi's boobs, my my.
Honey, honey, yeah.

You know JFK didn't really die.
They got a picture and he looks all
My name is Bond! James Bond.
James Bond lives down our street
I've seen him he catches the 32 bus
James Bond lives down our street
Sometimes he sits
like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore

I
Moore,

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,

Upstairs in bed with my ex boy,
He's in
Moore,

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,

Upstairs in bed with my ex boy,
He's in
out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
Jesus, the first and last word of my thesis
We cruise like V6 shift
He's the rock of ages, peep this
He even cracked the code of the Matrix
And I got
out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
Yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub

I came to holla at some big booty bitches
And listen to the speakers thump, where
And knockin' motherfuckers out is ah must
Rockin' Rodney Moore down wit us
My nigga Willie you know he down wit us
Can't forget about Reggie 'cause he down