Lord of the Dance

Tis a gift to be simple, tis a gift to be free

With money in my pocket and a bottle on my knee

The town drunk stumbles from the bar at half past three

Singing, I am the Lord of the Dance said he

The clock struck four and out the door came the richest men in town

The alley boys distracted them and knocked them to the ground

To receive what bosses stole from us, we scrambled all around

They came up with alley filth for I'd taken the crown

So gather round and hear the sound of the old accordion

You've told your tale of old regrets that scared you to the bone