The January markets filled the cold air with the sound
The boys all full of laughter and their pocket with the pound
And in the foggy dew, I saw you throwing shapes around
It was underneath the waking of a Dublin City sky
Baby, come on, get the hourglass on
I will dart into town, no, I won’t be long
If the talk's getting cold, we'll be chancing none
Well, you know what I’m saying, our day will come
Over harder than a turned-up challenger
I wanna keep all of your charm in a canister
Do you inspire like the same did Salinger?
I'm the pig on the Chinese calendar