Word on the street - Rosie gonna fry*
Big Man say she got it cominâ, girl gonna die
Too much hanginâ out all in the wrong places
Runninâ with the hard men got that girl in a crisis
Watch your step, Rosie, you know what the price is
You got a young family and weâre not Mister Nice Guys
Youâre one step beyond the pale, look out, you hear me
Gonna end up dead, oh yeah, Rosemary
Youâre so far ahead of them, theyâre so far behind
Oh-oh-oh youâve already crossed the line
Youâre so far ahead of all the hatred that they carry
Talkinâ âbout a lady they call Rosemary
We know all about you, Rosie McGee
You donât want our brothers marchinâ in Drumcree
Donât know youâre place, just another Fenian
So donât give me no lectures âbout the fire of freedom
Look at Robbie Hamill, you know what the price is
Billy Wright took a bullet from a bloody papist
Red Hand got your number, just a formality
Stay out of Portadown, oh yeah, Rosemary
Scars on your face, fire in your eyes
Get out of Lurgan - hear them choppers in the sky
Goinâ to America â such a no-brainer
Testifyinâ to the Yanks wonât make you any safer
Watch your step, Rosie, voice of the voiceless
Remember Pat Finnucane â he thought he was Jesus
Time is tight, look out you hear me
Donât put your foot on that brake, bye bye, Rosemary