I was just about nineteen
When I landed on their shore
With my eyes big as headlights
Like the thousands and thousands who came before
I was going to be something...
There's a crowd says I'm alright
Say they like my turn of phrase
Take me round to their parties
Like some dressed up monkey in a cage
And I play my accordion
Oh! but when the wine seeps through the facade
It's nothing but the same old story...
Paul Brady: Nothing But The Same Old Story