Eddie said the beat was wrong Tom didn't like the tune The boy with a beard in the corner Laughed in the middle of a song He didn't stay very long
Eddie said the lights were low Tom said the treble was high The boy with a beard in the corner Laughed in the middle of a sigh Don't think we ever even caught his eye
Sometimes I used to find I'd be singing to you As if you were sitting At the table by the door
Eddie said a friend of his Is making it big in l.a. Ah well everybody down at malachy's Says I'm gonna make it someday
Sometimes I used to write A song for you As if you were sitting At the table by the door
Sometimes I used to find I'd be singing to you As if you were sitting At the table by the door
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