Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... We'll go down to South Australia We will walk the rocky road We will drive across the mountains To reach the nearest show We sailed through our fantasies And now we're back on shore We're reaching out to brand new friends To start the folk punk show Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... We will meet our friends in Amsterdam We'll fly to Tokyo From irish pubs to record stores From Sligo to New York Hey ho, Cotton Eye Joe Where did you come from? Where did you go? Hey ho, Cotton Eye Joe This is the folk punk song Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... We fell from grace with god again For too much sing-a-long Come fill to me the parting glass It's time to come back home This one goes out to the punks in the streets Busking all day for something to drink This one goes out to my friends on the road Ready to folk and ready to roll ♪ Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... Oh oh oh...