Down By The Winegar Woiks T&M Don Bestor, Roger Lewis, Walter Donovan You've read about rough men and places In books that you keep on the shelf. Well, say, I'm so rough, sometimes I'm so tough That I must be polite to meself. Me pals is a couple of bull-dogs. With mustard I sweetens me tea. There's only two guys in this world who is tough And both of them babies is me. I live over the wiaduct, down by the winegar woiks. It's easy to find me; the street's full of shacks; I live in the one that is right on the tracks. Ev'ry night we go dancing down at O'Reilly's or Boiks. We chains all the childrens to fences and logs We do it to keep 'em from bitin' the dogs. Say, I live over the wiaduct, down by the winegar woiks. The bloke what lives right on the corner Keeps lions and tigers for pets. And then there's me pard That guy is so hard That he chews all the nails that he gets. When you see two guys shooting cannons You know that they couldn't agree. Now all of this sounds like their tough babies, but, Them fellers is weaklin's to me. I live over the wiaduct, by the winegar woiks. The men all sing bass with a voice like a horn; We kill all the tenors as soon as they're born. All the girls are the fairest, down at Mc'Gurgle's and Goik's. A sheik with a car took out Molly Malone; He wouldn't get fresh, so she made him walk home. I live over the wiaduct, down by the winegar woiks. Hey hey.