Δυο τραγούδια από το διπλό [εξ ημισείας στούντιο – live] Sometime In New York City, 1972.
Το “The Luck Of The Irish”, όπως και το “Sunday Bloody Sunday” απ’ το ίδιο άλμπουμ [απλή συνωνυμία με εκείνο των U2] αναφέρεται στο φλέγον τότε ιρλανδικό ζήτημα.
Two songs from the double [half studio – half live] Sometime In New York City, 1972. “The Luck Of The Irish” as well as “Sunday Bloody Sunday” from the same album [no relation with the U2 song] refer to the Irish issue, huge at the time…

Standin’ on the corner
Just me and Yoko Ono
We was waitin’ for Jerry to land
Up come a man with a guitar in his hand
Singin’ “Have a marijuana if you can”
His name was David Peel
We found that he was real
He sang “The Pope smokes dope every day”
Up come the policeman shoved us up the street
Singin’ “Power to the people today”
New York City
New York City
New York City
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Hey, hey
Well, down to Max’s City
Put down the nitty gritty
With the Elephant’s Memory Band
Played somethin’ down
As the news spread around
About the Plastic Ono Elephant’s Mem’ry Band
We made some funky boogie
And laid some tutti frutti
Singin’ “Long Tall Sally’s a man”
Up come the preacher man tryin’ to be a teacher
Singin’ “God’s a red herring in drag”
New York City
New York City
New York City
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Uh-huh
Woo-hoo-hoo
Hey, New York City
All right, New York City
New York City
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Hey, hey
Well, we did the Staten Island Ferry
Makin’ movies for the telly
Played the Fillmore and Apollo for freedom
Tried to shake our image
Just a-cyclin’ through the Village
But found out that we had left it back in London
Well, nobody came to bug us
Hustle us or shove us
We decided to make it our home
The man wants to shove us out
We gonna jump and shout
Statue of Liberty said “Come”
New York City
New York City
New York City
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Hey, hey
Ah, ah, boogie
Woo-oo-oo, oo, oo-oo
Hey, boogie, boogie
Hey, New York City
Back in New York City
Hey, New York City
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Hey, City
Down in the City
Hey, New York City
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Yeah, too awesome
Ah, boogie
Yeah
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Yeah,
What a bad, bad city
Bad ass city
Bad ass city
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Yeah, boogie, boogie
I want some boogie


Ok, one, two, three, one two, three
If you had the luck of the Irish,
You’d be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you’d wish you was English instead
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands
Goddamned
Goddamned
If you could keep voices like flowers
There’s be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be as high as the mountain of morn
In the ‘pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land
Of the pain and the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland
If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let’s walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big blarney stone
Why the hell are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids and the I.R.A.
As the bastards commit genocide
Aye, aye
Genocide
Okay
You should have the luck of the Irish,
You’d be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you’d wish you was English instead
One more time
You should have the luck of the Irish,
You’d be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you’d wish you was English instead
Hey, yes, you’d wish you were English instead