Sing Me An Old Irish – Daniel O’Donnell – letras

Standing in line at the sandwich shopMy eyes browse through the menu then came to a stopI licked my lips and gave my tummy a rubSomething caught my eye, it was a meatball subMeatballs, mozarella, pepperoniSwiss cheese, yes please, all served on a hoagieThe cashier asked how I’d be taking this treatOne for here, one to go, and make them both on wheatI said wait, this should be more italianothake these back and add some romanoIt felt like Burger King cuz I had it my wayBut I was eating fresh cuz I was really at SubwayAll that sauce, all that cheeseAll those meatballs, still I’m not obeseI’d be the happiest Italian guy, if I had meatball sandwiches stacked to the skyScarf some down and let the music fadeIt’s the meatball sandwich serenade