Bloomsday

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 This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine This 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 This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine