I got laid in James Joyce's grave
I was hopin' his genius would rub off on me
But all I got was a kick in the head
From the caretaker who discovered me
The Swiss lady jumped up in alarm
Got her clothes on instantly
I got laid on James Joyce's grave
I've never been the same
Lord have mercy on me
I was drinkin' shots in a bar in France
When, a notion, it came over me
To see where James had bit the dust
So I hopped a train to Zurich
Customs man held out his hand
Inquired what's my business?
I wanta get laid on James Joyce's grave
And I wanta do it instantly
James Joyce - I got no choice
James Joyce - I was only tryin' to find my voice
But things went wrong in Zurich town
The citizens did not look fondly
On a red-headed Paddy solictin' ladies
To an orgy in a cemetery
Tried to explain it was all for art
But them Swiss cops didn't have no heart
I got laid on James Joyce's grave
I've never been the same
Lord have mercy on me
I met a girl at the Kon Tiki
She was doin' the Mexican rumba
When I told her what was on my mind
She said "no big deal, here's my number"
So I sat up on the bar of her bike
As she peddled to the cemetery
We drank Schnapps on James Joyce's grave
The next thing I know, the place is goin' insane
Three weeks later they threw me outta jail
But I got laid on James Joyce's grave
I can still feel the bruises
Lord have mercy on me
I was hopin' his genius would rub off on me
But all I got was a kick in the head
From the caretaker who discovered me
The Swiss lady jumped up in alarm
Got her clothes on instantly
I got laid on James Joyce's grave
I've never been the same
Lord have mercy on me
I was drinkin' shots in a bar in France
When, a notion, it came over me
To see where James had bit the dust
So I hopped a train to Zurich
Customs man held out his hand
Inquired what's my business?
I wanta get laid on James Joyce's grave
And I wanta do it instantly
James Joyce - I got no choice
James Joyce - I was only tryin' to find my voice
But things went wrong in Zurich town
The citizens did not look fondly
On a red-headed Paddy solictin' ladies
To an orgy in a cemetery
Tried to explain it was all for art
But them Swiss cops didn't have no heart
I got laid on James Joyce's grave
I've never been the same
Lord have mercy on me
I met a girl at the Kon Tiki
She was doin' the Mexican rumba
When I told her what was on my mind
She said "no big deal, here's my number"
So I sat up on the bar of her bike
As she peddled to the cemetery
We drank Schnapps on James Joyce's grave
The next thing I know, the place is goin' insane
Three weeks later they threw me outta jail
But I got laid on James Joyce's grave
I can still feel the bruises
Lord have mercy on me