Don't Be So Stingy With Your Pingy
She flew across the ocean
To Ireland, the land of her fathers
When we said goodbye, a tear was in her eye
I lost her then and there, my Irish angel
The first letter came, she said she loved everything
And how much she wished I was there with her
She wrote it on the hill, and then I shared her Irish rain
The summer in my mind, my Irish angel
I wrote her back and then
There was no second letter
Just the silence of the snow that fell around me
I let her down, I know
The day I let her go
Now she's found someone else, my Irish an
Deny, Deny, Deny
That wasn't me at a quarter to three back in our backyard
Tearing up the roses and the home grown tomatoes in my new car
Those bottles in the driveway and the bottles in the hall
Well I don't know where they came from
It must be burglars in the neighborhood
I sure hope they catch those bums
I know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, Deny, Deny
Well I was allegedly droppedÂÂ
By a truck stop waitress at our front door
Now who you gonna believe
Your sweet lovin' daddy or those lying eyes of yours
That lipstick on my collar
That you found this morning well that's not lipstick at all
I was just in a hurry to get back to you honey
Had myself a little fall
Oh yeah you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, Deny, Deny
Oh please don't answer the phone
Hey ain't it great being home and alone like this
That cigarette voice asking for her big boy
Why should I know who that is
Yeah I know it looks bad but
You're lookin' at a victim of a circumstance or two
Oh what is it now seems like nothing I do ever pleases you
1st CHORUS
Deny, deny, deny