What Makes the Irish Heart Beat

All that trouble, all that grief, that's why I had to leave

Staying away too long is in defeat

Why I'm singing this song, why I'm heading back home

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

I'm just like a hobo riding a train, I'm like a gangster living in Spain

Have to watch my back and I'm running out of time

When I roll the dice again, if lady luck will call my name

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

Well, that's what makes it beat, when I'm standing on the street

And I'm standing underneath this Wrigley's sign

Oh, so far away from home but I know I've got to roam

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

And it was off to foreign climes on the Piccadilly line

We were standing underneath the, the Wrigley's sign

So far away from home but I know I've got to roam

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

Just like a sailor out on the foam, any port in a storm

Where we tend to burn the candle at both ends

By the corridors of fame, like the spark ignites the flame

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

But I roll the dice again, if lady luck will call my name

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

Oh, that's what makes the Irish heart beat

That's what makes the Irish heart beat