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Sheela-na-gig

Record Details

Release
1991
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  1. Sheela na gig
    Sheela na gig

    I’ve been trying to show you over and over

    Look at these my child-bearing hips
    Look at these my ruby-red, ruby lips
    Look at these my work-strong arms
    You’ve got to see my bottleful of charm
    I lay it all at your feet
    You turn around and say back to me

    He said
    Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
    You exhibitionist!

    I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair
    Just like the first time, said you didn’t care
    Wash that man right out of my hair
    Heard it before, no more
    Wash that man right out of my hair
    Turn the corner, another one there
    Wash that man right out of my hair
    Heard it before

    He said,
    Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
    You exhibitionist!
    Put money in your idle hole

    Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
    Just like the first time, said you didn’t care
    Wash that man right out of my hair
    Heard it before, no more
    Take my hips to a man who cares
    Turn the corner, another one there
    Take my hips to a man who cares
    Heard it before

    He said,
    Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
    You exhibitionist!
    Put money in your idle hole

    He said,
    Wash your breasts, I don’t want to be unclean
    He said,
    Please take those dirty pillows away from me

  2. Hair
    Hair

    Samson, the strength that’s in your arms
    Oh to be your stunning bride

    Samson, your hair glistening like sun
    Oh would that it were mine

    Samson your hair that’s in my hands
    I’ll keep it safe you’re mine

    He said, Wait! Wait!
    Delilah my babe!

    You lied in my face!
    You cut off my hair!
    You lied in my bed!

    Samson, you stay with your ‘Lilah
    I hold you in my hands
    your hairy strength – my man

    He said, Wait! Wait!
    Delilah my babe!

    You lied in my face!
    You cut off my hair!
    You lied in my bed!

  3. Joe
    Joe

    Joe, ain’t you my buddy thee
    stay with me when I fall and die
    always thought you’d come rushing in
    to clear the shit out of my eyes

    Joe ain’t you my buddy thee
    lay my enemies out in lines
    come in close and I’ll wash your feet
    with my hair I’ll mop them dry

    Joe, you be my buddy please
    in this hell and dead-lock time
    when I’m trussed in that headache tree
    cut me down with your silver knife