There's another flippin' youngfella who's running from his land 
with money in his pocket, there's a ticket in his hand 
Well maybe he's off to America or England or Oz 
but I tell ya he'll be better off without the bloody sods 
Ah, take me away to the promised land 
where the beer is so much better and the women understand 
Oh, take me away to the promised land 
and "Feck the Celtic Tiger", said yer man 
Well they're talking of recession and the property is down
Sell your Fiat Puntos boys, and head on into town 
The tiger's had it's glory and they're laying off in droves 
but I tell ya we'll be better off without the bloody rogues
Ah, take me away to the promised land 
where the beer is so much better and the women understand 
Oh, take me away to the promised land 
and "Feck the Celtic Tiger", said yer man