Hey, everything must always start again. That's how it goes my little Mickey Finn
They rob you and they kick you when you're out like a light, I know it's happening
And everybody's wondering where their little light is
And everybody's wondering where their little light is
Give me something, Bloomsday's coming, open up the doors and have a goddamn beer
Ring the baker, the butcher, the charioteer, the palm readers in Salem, the engineer
And everybody's wondering where their little light is
And everybody's wondering where their little light is
The little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
The little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
So are you a socialite, do you buy candles to pricey now to light?
Or are you an Okie from Okmulgee just making due with wax and pride?
And everybody's wondering where their little light is
And everybody's wondering where their little light is
The little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
The little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine