Texty: Shane Macgowan And The Popes. Victoria.

Down the dirty old streets
The angel of the east is calling
And with a trembling hand
I open up a can, I can hear a baby bawling

Before, I open up my eyes
I can feel her love inside me
But then I realize
My girl with green eyes is no longer there beside me

Victoria, you left me in opium euphoria
With a fat monk singing 'Gloria'
My girl with green eyes

Only you see that I am lazy
Don't care about fame
Nor money like a child and I'm just like a child
Who's forgotten how to smile

All the people are so busy
I have nothing to bother about
It seems that I'm different seems that I am strange
I'm a bumpkin, I'm a lout

Some day I know
I'll put my pipe aside and hit the road
However far away I have to go
To find my girl with green eyes

Some day I know
I'll put my pipe aside and hit the road
However far away I have to go
To find my girl with green eyes

Victoria, my girl with green eyes