Goodmornin' Da

Good[G]mor[C]nin' [G]Da, oh [C]I'm in [G]gaol.
I [G]don't [C]need [G]you to [C]try for [D]bail.
If [C]I know Ma, she'll [G]scream and wail,
so just [G]lock me up and [D]throw away the [G]key.

Well good[D]bye to my own [G]Dublin dear,
and goodb[D]ye to old St. [G]Brigid's there.
Well I wasn't born with [C]this, but now I [G]got it like a [D]flu.
I'm fuckin' [G]useless, so what's the [D]point of impressing [G]you?

Good[G]mornin' Da, oh [C]I'm in [G]gaol.
I [G]don't need you to [C]try for [D]bail.
If [C]I know Ma, she'll [G]scream and wail,
so just [G]lock me up and [D]throw away the [G]key.

Well, I'd only fifteen pints but I could not see,
when them damn skites got a hold of me.
Well, I could say it was the whiskey oh, but that it may not be.
Or just the prospect here of something else to do.

Well I've always been a problem child,
and I know that I have been too wild.
I wasn't born with this, but now I got it like a flu.
I'm fuckin' useless, so what's the point of impressing you?