(Shane MacGowan)
On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen

I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there
And I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on
me


And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning


At the time I was working for a landlord
And he was the meanest !@$( that you have ever seen

And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
And he was a miserable bollocks and a (*##$'s !@$('s !@^%


I recall we took care of him one Sunday
We got him out the back and we broke his $#&@ing balls
And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real

But all I know is I left that place without a penny or $#&@
all


And now I've the most charming of verandas
I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks and pimps and !@^%s
Five green bottles sitting on the floor

And I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ
That I had fifteen more


The boys and me are drunk and looking for you
We'll eat your frigging entrails and we won't give a damn
Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam

And my brother earned his medals raping gooks in Vietnam

On the first day of March it was raining

It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
Stay on the other side of the road
'Cause you can never tell

We've a thirst like a gang of devils
We're the boys of the county hell