Murphy's Broken Heart Songtext
von The Mighty Regis

Well this is an Irish love song
But I decided let′s make this an Irish drinking song
It's about my dear friend Tim Murphy back home in Ireland
He′s got a broken heart
So every time I say the name Murphy
Have yourself a drink

He used to have a smile
A gleam on in his eye
Now Murphy sits alone
And watches time go by
It hurts us just to see
His magic is all gone
So have a drink, stop and think
'Cause this is Murphy's song


She was the wind in his sails
His darling Irish beauty
And everything he loved
Young Murphy loved her truly
Protect her with his life
Murphy gladly die
But now she′s gone away
And Murphy don′t know why

What do you say George?

No spring in his step
No loving in his gaze
Young Murphy's set adrift
Young Murphy′s in a haze
She's gone away like the tide
And Murphy′s feeling rough
He sits alone with his thoughts
Oh Murphy there's a song

Well she′s the sun and the stars
The sky and the moon
Young Murphy hopes and prays
She'll be coming back real soon
I share love himself
Murphy feels much smaller
When she was with him
Young Murphy was walking taller


Well Murphy won't sing and Murphy won′t dance
And Murphy just cries, give Murphy a chance
Murphy won′t work and Murphy won't play
And Murphy needs help so play
Sing Murphy′s song today

So Timmy's got a broken heart
But sometimes I think he deserves it
Because he gets himself in a hell of a lot of trouble back home
Murphy is one bad fella
Oh by the way that Murphy counted
And so did that Murphy
And that Murphy counted as well
You know what I′m gonna stop saying it
Let's do something
Let′s continue the story about Murphy

It goes a little something like this

A bit of hope now in his heart
Murphy rises from his seat
Oh maybe, oh just maybe
Again one day they'll meet
You can always bank on tomorrow
Or so the wise men say
And Murphy finds a smile
Looking out on Galway Bay

Well Murphy won't sing and Murphy won′t dance
And Murphy just cries, give Murphy a chance
Murphy won′t work and Murphy won't play
And Murphy needs help so play
Sing Murphy′s song today

So by now you gotta be good and fucking drunk
Listening to the story of dear Timmy Murphy
He's back home in Ireland feeling a hell of a lot better
And I hope you are too
But seeing as we like to do things in threes on the Emerald Isle
For the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost
We′re gonna do this one more time
For you, for me and for Tim

Well Murphy won't sing and Murphy won′t dance
And Murphy just cries, give Murphy a chance
Murphy won't work and Murphy won't play
And Murphy needs help so play
Sing Murphy′s song today

It′s magic