Mick Brady songs
This is a song that might just resonate a little with some of the older rock 'n' rollers on Songramp
We Shouldn't Be Here At All
Words & Music by Mick Brady
After years of hard living, lots of drink and loose women
We’re beginning to feel our age
We’re not looking the best, we have to take little rests
We can’t do what we used to backstage
We’ve got ailments galore, every muscle is sore
We’ve got pains deep down in our bones
We’ve all got false teeth, we’ve athlete’s foot in both feet
We’re checking out old people’s homes
We shouldn’t be here at all
Cos ever since Lanigan’s Ball
We’ve been totally relyin’
On the appliance of science
To keep us from going to the wall
We’re crippled with the gout, our hair is falling out
We've got dysfunctions that are erectile
We’ve all sorts of complaints, I’m not saying that we’re saints
But we’re martyrs to the piles
We admit that we’re wrecked and you have to suspect
That we’re not for this world for too long
I don't know where we're headin' but if we get into Heaven
We’ll all be singing this song
Thank God for artificial hips, for viagra and for drips
For transplants, implants and prosthetics
For silicone, testosterone, for HRT and cortisone
The poultice, hypnosis and emetics
We Shouldn't Be Here At All
Words & Music by Mick Brady
After years of hard living, lots of drink and loose women
We’re beginning to feel our age
We’re not looking the best, we have to take little rests
We can’t do what we used to backstage
We’ve got ailments galore, every muscle is sore
We’ve got pains deep down in our bones
We’ve all got false teeth, we’ve athlete’s foot in both feet
We’re checking out old people’s homes
We shouldn’t be here at all
Cos ever since Lanigan’s Ball
We’ve been totally relyin’
On the appliance of science
To keep us from going to the wall
We’re crippled with the gout, our hair is falling out
We've got dysfunctions that are erectile
We’ve all sorts of complaints, I’m not saying that we’re saints
But we’re martyrs to the piles
We admit that we’re wrecked and you have to suspect
That we’re not for this world for too long
I don't know where we're headin' but if we get into Heaven
We’ll all be singing this song
Thank God for artificial hips, for viagra and for drips
For transplants, implants and prosthetics
For silicone, testosterone, for HRT and cortisone
The poultice, hypnosis and emetics
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