Bloomsday

Hey, everything must always start again, That’s how it goes my little Mickey Finn

They rob you and they kick you when you’re out like a light, I know it’s happening

And everybody’s wondering where their little light is

And everybody’s wondering where their little light is

Give me something, Bloomsday’s coming, open up the doors and have a goddamn beer

Ring the baker, the butcher, the charioteer, the palm readers in Salem, the engineer

And everybody’s wondering where their little light is

And everybody’s wondering where their little light is

This little light of mine, i’m gonna let it shine

This little light of mine, i’m gonna let it shine

So are you a socialite, do you buy candles to pricey now to light?

Or are you an Okie from Okmulgee just making due with wax and pride?

And everybody’s wondering where their little light is

And everybody’s wondering where their little light is

This little light of mine, i’m gonna let it shine

This little light of mine, i’m gonna let it shine