Cecilia you're taking my part Pure cake on the walls of my room lately So, Celia, the colour of bees Plowing your sod and French loam Hotel you old dog you God can't dance the way you do Washing my hands in an Armitage shanks Thinking of you, thinking of you Washing my hands in an Armitage shanks Thinking of you, thinking of you Oh, I'm bedding you under a small home It's a loan, it's a loan You're just in your shoon making grub It's a home Oh, I'm bedding you under a small home It's a loan, it's a loan You're just in your shoon making grub It's a loan, it's a home For now I'm not dreaming in my mother tongue Woman downstairs, woman downstairs Heavy door, Hoover on the floor Come on, live in this Come and live in this Oh, I'm bedding you under a small home It's a loan, it's a loan You're just in your shoon making grub It's a home Oh, I'm bedding you under a small home It's a loan, it's a loan You're just in your shoon making grub It's a loan, it's a home