same oul faces   same oul streets   same oul people is all you meet   too long waiting   standing round   I'm sick and tired of this   same oul town   same oul drizzle   same oul rain   same oul walking   back home again   same oul heartache   lost and found   same old story   same oul town      oh I go out for a walk   to see if there's news   the rain on the path   leaking into me shoes   an i do talk to meself   cos i'm my only best friend   it's sunday night   nearly monday morning again      Same oul monday   closed all day   the farmers and their wisps of hay   same oul hanging around the square   same oul spoofers   same oul stares   you're welcome back   yeah bang the door   this christmas-time and the time before   dont like asking, you know   you're fairly wide   you'd never give us   the price of a pint      and I go out for a walk.....      you know you'd often wonder   as the years go past   why you ever bothered   going to mass   was it the fear of god   or to find a wife   or just buying shares   in the afterlife      the bell still tolls   i heard it there   for the final journey   up to the square   shop doors close   and the blinds come down   same oul story   same oul town      and i do howl at the moon   i go barking at dogs   take off all me clothes   and lie out in the bog   an i do talk to meself   i'm my only best friend   it's sunday night   nearly monday morning again   it's just the same oul story   same oul town   same oul faces......