All that trouble all that grief
That´s why I had to leave
Staying away too tong 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 Wrigley´s sign
So far away from home
Well 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
Down 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