Lyrics:

Coyne

Now Mad Irish Mick owns himself a wife
He complains in the public house she's the plague of his life
I've seen her at the jumble sale sorting through the rags
If I could see into their hoouse, I'd see the dregs and the cracks
Chorus: Mrs Hooley go home (x3), go right back to Ireland.
Mad Irish Mick, he smiles from behind the edge
He promised the policeman he'd taken the pledge
No more drinking, no more beating your wife
But he still says he loves her for all her life (he's a liar)
Chorus
Hooley is a cruelly (repeat)
The Robinsons now they live at No. 9
And their scraggy children point the finger all the time
I hate their children, I hate what they do
But I love Mrs Hooley, I love her, yes I do (she's from Ireland)
Chorus
Bye bye Mrs Hooley, I hope you'll go
It's much freer in Ireland, don't you know
Think about the culture and the men you died
And the Robinsons won't help you at No. 9 (go home)
Chorus
Bye bye Mrs Hooley, go home (repeat)