I wish it was Christmas.
I wish it was spring.
I wish I had sixpence.
Or the moon on a string.
But you know, it's a pound for a pint.
Dark night overhead.
If I can't have the moon,
I'll have Guinness in stead.
But we're all in the gutter
We're June bugs in jars
Yeah, but some of us sunshine
Still stare at the stars
Wish our ten million tears
The moon must have shed
If we can't have the moon
We'll have Guinness instead
So we'll drink them all up, boys
We'll drink them all down
And if I'm not mistaken
I think it's your round
If tomorrow's a rumor,
that ro mance is dead!
If we can't have the moon,
we'll have Guinness instead!
It's sweet as a mistress's
tender caress.
It's smoother than stroking
a red velvet dress.
It turns fighters to poets,
and po ets to bands.
If we can't have the moon,
we'll have Guinness instead
You'll watch in amazement,
its rubbles all shrink
You'll sing to the rafter,
or pray to the sea
And though mortally wounded,
no dream will be dead
If we can't have the moon,
we'll have Guinness instead
So we'll drink them all up, boys,
we'll drink them all down
Till we're dancing the one -legged
waltz round the town
Till tomorrow's a rumor
that ro mance is dead
If we can't have the moon,
we'll have Guinness in stead
If I can't have your heart,
then a promise will do
If I can't have a promise,
then a whisper or two
But I won't be kept danglin'
here by a thread
If I can't have the moon,
I'll have Guinness instead
So we'll drink them all up, boys,
we'll drink them all down
And if I'm not mistaken,
I think it's your round
Tomorrow's a rumor,
that romance is dead
If we can't have the moon
If we can't have the moon
If we can't have the moon
We'll have Guinness instead
We'll have Guinness instead