Welcome to Cricklewood, yeah come in from the cold
put your shovel down, come into the Crown be you Paddy or Pole
There's Mass in the morning boys, there'll be no digging holes
Get up on your guard & pray for a start out on Chichele Road
& the bright lights of London are blocking out the stars
Where you can't walk for people & you can't drive for cars
& the whiskey flows freely for the bhoys in the 'hood
Welcome to Cricklewood
Welcome to Cricklewood, where the bars are all packed
In the oul Galtymore they're out on the floor 'cos Big Tom is back
There's Molloys and Molloski's, whiskey. Vodka & black
They're all over here, they're all on the beer & they're not going back
& the bright lights of London are blocking out the stars
Where you can't walk for people & you can't drive for cars
& the whiskey flows freely for the bhoys in the 'hood
Welcome to Cricklewood
& the bright lights of London are blocking out the stars
Where you can't walk for people & you can't drive for cars
& the whiskey flows freely for the bhoys in the 'hood
Welcome to Cricklewood
We went too far down in Barretts Bar with Eammon & wee Mick
Boots or no boots we're watching the hoops, so let's sing out for the 'tic…
Say farewell to Cricklewood, I've drank with the best
So raise up your glass to the ghosts of our past
Goodnight & God Bless
