The Prodigals - Green Card lyrics

Manhattan you're so beautiful in your winter's twilight sky Your streets are full and buzzing, yeah it's Christmas time again I'm looking out my window on the 27th floor My view's a hundred taxis, I'm stuck here once again Ireland how I miss you at old Christmas time when the lads are coming home from the corners of the world Talling stories of their travels as they knock the Guiness down I'd really like to see you all, haven't got the bloody card Ireland how I miss you, once again this year From a subway car to an uptown bar, have a happy new year You can get anything you want here, well if you're in the know From pickle-flavored gumballs to a thousand hand grenades But if you want a green card well you'd better think again 'Cause the bureaucratic bullsh** makes you want to shoot the lot pom pom pom! Ireland how I miss you, once again this year From a taxi cab going down fifth ave, hope the summer's good this year I've called a hundred lawyers, politicians just a few but the answer that they give me always seems to be the same "If you want a green card, better find yourself a wife I'm sorry son, you're stuck here, better try again next year" Ireland how I miss you, once again this year So I'll raise my gla** and I'll take a chance, and I'll see you all next year.