I belong to the staggering evening   I belong to the sweltering nights   I belong to the girl that’s leaving   But all she wants to do is fight tonight   Twist into my Irish eyes   I get beatings with the loudest cries (not sure)   When you ever gonna realize   All we’re gonna do is fight tonight      It doesn’t matter if you’re seventeen   It doesn’t matter if you’re twenty-one   It doesn’t matter if you’re thirty-three   Forgive me baby, Jesus what I done      I went to see the Violent Femmes   With my friend John and his girlfriend   But right before the show began   He mixed it up with a girl named Tank   Now I believe Tank was lesbian   Somebody cracks, Mama let’s be friends   She said I was too musical (not sure)   I was tryin’ for beautiful (not sure)   She threw the first punch, it was the last   Knocked John out cold flat on his back   Well, I’m a geek, (< I doubt this is correct) she’s like six foot ten   Got on his shoulders and I watched the Femmes      When Irish eyes are burnin’ bright   Drink your women run for your life   A deadly shot can rule the night (not sure)   When Irish eyes are burnin’      Some time ago I went to a show   With a Serbian girl that I still know   It was Friday night and as the show let out   I was rolling all over around on the ground   Under the lights of the marquee   At the Liberty Theater I was skinnin’ my knees   I was breakin’ my nose on the fist of a Croat   Smashin’ my balls on the boot of one too   Losing’ my teeth but I didn’t really know it   I was bleedin’ on someone and dreamin’ of you      Just as the tide was beginning to turn I saw the face of Kevin Moriarty   Matt and Dragonbreath (< I doubt this is correct) and Eugene Graham   Brian Quinn and Brendan O’Shea   Chuck Sweeney and John F Quigley   Were clean and sober but goddamn mean   Christopher Farley and James Ford Murphy   Makin’ me laugh when I look for my teeth      When Irish eyes are burnin’ bright   Drink your women run for your life   A deadly shot can rule the night   When Irish eyes are burnin’      It doesn’t matter if you’re seventeen   It doesn’t matter if you’re twenty-one   It doesn’t matter if you’re thirty-three   Forgive me baby, Jesus what I done   Forgive me baby, Jesus what I done      I belong to the staggering evening   I belong to the sweltering nights   I belong to the girl that’s leaving   But all we’re gonna do is fight tonight      Twist into my Irish eyes   I get beatings with the loudest cries   When you ever gonna realize   We belong to the sweltering nights