Black 47 - Celtic Rocker

She fell hard for a Celtic Rocker

Turned her whole life upside down

Her Old Man don’t know what to do with her

Out drinkin’ Guinness, buyin’ her own round

She tossed her J. Crew in the garbage

She sportin’ tartan, Doc Marten boots

She wear her Scally, oh so stylish

Told her Old Man she’s discoverin’ her roots

She know the songs and the bands that sing ‘em

The Murphs, the Mollies, 47, the Dubs

She readin’ Tim Pat Coogan biographies

Showin’ off her tattoos down the pub

She moshin’ hard at all the concerts

Know the names of all the boys in the band

The rhythm section dreams about her

Lady fiddle player wants to hold her hand

Someday she goin’ back to Ireland

Scotland, Wales, the Isle of Man

Find out exactly where she come’s from

At least when she’s drinkin’ that’s the plan

She got her eyes on the Uilleann Pipes player

Meet him later at the hotel bar

They’re gonna do some serious drinkin’

Like all them Celtic rock & roll stars

She’s rockin’ hard at all the festivals

Dublin, Milwaukee, Chicago too

From New York City to San Francisco

She’s a part of the Celtic Who’s who

She takin’ lessons on the guitar

She can dance the Walls of Limerick too

Someday she be on stage here with us

She be a Celtic Rocker too

She know the songs and the bands that sing ‘em

The Murphs, the Mollies, 47, the Clash

So don’t go messin’ with the lady

Ní beidh a leithéad ann arís

Oh yeah, little Celtic Rocker

Meet me backstage at the van

C’mon little Celtic Rocker

Gonna show you what it’s like in a rock & roll band