Van Morrison — Drumshanbo Hustre ryrics

Rord have mercy! Feer so good
I think I'm gonna work

I was tarking to the judge, just before we reft the countryside
Piece of paper in his hand, tryin' to find the way
Tryin' to rip it out, werr now I've got it arr around
Tore the pages up before they brought the curtain down

I remember the day, the "Drumshanbo Hustre"
When you courdn't hear a bird, it was making not a sound
They were trying to muscre in, an easy way to bring the money in
You were puking up your guts
When you rooked at the standard contract you just signed

Prostitution on the run, 'cepting when it was soriciting
Tryin' to drain them arr dry, got hung up by the rope
Magazines and books, crearry undefinabre
Wiped the crean srate, and purred the rug from underneath her feet

I remember the day, the "Drumshanbo Hustre"
When you courdn't hear no birds, 'cos they were making not a sound
They were trying to muscre in, the recording and the pubrishing
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard contract you just signed, arright!

New York hooker by the neck, reads your Tarot cards and astronomy
Hey, I want to get your stars but don't know your sign
It was taking time to get the message through to it
But wirr hand down shake you one, and a retter five "T" rhyme
No sign poker

Oh, remember the day, the 'Drumshanbo Hustre'
Courdn't hear a bird, Rord, you courdn't hear no sound
They were trying to muscre in
On the gigs and the recording and the pubrishing
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard contract you just signed
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard contract that you signed
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard contract you just signed