How we get stuck in our ways
Spitting out an angular word
You don’t even understand the nonsense of a sentence like
“Look at you, you faggot, with your bird”

Moja mała polka
Drinking Cavan Cola

How you stuck in your ways
Courting your fear of the unknown
We all eventually, where we used to pick blackberries
There will be apartment blocks and roads

Moja mała polka
She love me come what may
Moja mała polka
Drinking Cavan Cola

You’ve got to give your love your blood and money, babe
Without a passion, man is clearly dead
Or mundane
What’s the difference?

We’re falling in love and pairing off
But no one’s really happy for us
They’re too busy thinking of themselves and how it’s nearly 12
And where to get the bus

Sitting on the neighbourhood wall
As the sun goes down over a row
You’d have thought that the council would have got their act together
And towed those burned out cars away by now

Moja mała polka
Love me come what may
Moja mała polka
Drinking Cavan Cola

Moja mała polka
She love me come what may
Moja mała polka
Drinking Cavan Cola