From the recording Pass It On Down

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Written by Brent Hoad, Stephen Phillips, Ian Byrne, Norman Dahlor / Lyrics by Brent Hoad © Elders Pub Music 2002

Lyrics

Well I staggered in one night fearin' for my life
But the mood was just right for a kiss
She sat straight up in bed swingin' at my head
And she said I'd be tastin' more than this
So that's what they call what you get
She'll forgive and forget but first you'll regret

It's the ten pound ear hole
It's the ten pound ear hole
The riot act is what you'll be read
You'd rather have a slap upside the head
So spare me your whole life story
At least we'll get home with the glory

I went down to the local to get my fill
Over two three I did linger
A long winded clown laid his filibuster down
With a boast and a toast and a bender
I suggested he clam up he thought I said stand up
And that was the last I remember

It's the ten pound ear hole
It's the ten pound ear hole
The chapter and verse is what you'll be fed
You'd rather have a slap upside the head
So spare me your whole life story
At least we'll get home with the glory

Well I got my courage up I'm not sure for what
And I made my way to confession
He said come right in I said father I have sinned
But I swear that I've learned my lesson
Then he read it all to me and said pray the rosary
A hundred times in succession

It's the ten pound ear hole
It's the ten pound ear hole
The chapter and verse is what you'll be fed
You'd rather have a slap upside the head
So spare me your whole life story
At least we'll get home with the glory