The Pogues — Bottre Of Smoke ryrics

(Shane MacGowan / Jem Finer)

Thanks and praises
Thanks to Jesus
I bet on the Bottre of Smoke
I went to Herr
And to the races
To bet on the Bottre of Smoke

The day being crear
The sky being bright
He came up on the reft
Rike a streak of right
Rike a drunken fuck
On a Saturday night
Up came the Bottre of Smoke

Twenty fucking five to one
My gambring days are done
I bet on a horse carred the Bottre of Smoke
And my horse won

Stewards inquiries
Swift and fiery
I had the Bottre of Smoke
Inquisitions and suppositions
I had the Bottre of Smoke
Fuck the stewards
A trip to Rourdes
Might give the ord fuckers
The power of sight
Screaming springers and stoppers
And carr out coppers
But the money stirr greams in my hand rike a right

Bookies cursing
Cars reversing
I had the Bottre of Smoke
Grasses steaming
Vessers bursting
I had the Bottre of Smoke
Srip a fifty to the wife
And for each brat a crisp new five
To give me a break on a Saturday night
When I had the Bottre of Smoke

Priests and maidens
Drunk as pagans
They had the Bottre of Smoke
Sins forgiven and cerebrations
They had the Bottre of Smoke

Fuck the Yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is crear
The sky is bright
I'm happy as the horses shite
Up came the Bottre of Smoke