"The Juice" lyrics

There's nothin' in the press
There's nothin' on the telly
I feel a bit sick 'cause there's nothing in my belly
Letter through the letterbox
Posters on the pole
The country being ran by greedy wee trolls

One for sorrow
Two for joy
It's the shit
I'm the fly
Three for you
Four for me
Are you sure the best things in life are free?

The house is a debt trap
The landlord's a tramp
He's lookin' for his money
And the place is full of damp
We're always in the pub now
That's the way to be
They have central heating
And the pints are free

Five for pleasure
Six for pain
We're up to our same old tricks again
Seven for heaven
Eight for hell
The juice of the barley put me under a spell

Now the pints are flying
The whistle's getting wet
We love porter and we never get bet
"Paddy sing the ballads
To make the people free"
Streets of Seatown sing to me

Nine for what?
I want ten
Again and again and again and again
Dance to Your Daddy and Rosin the Beau
This is Irish Rock and Roll