D We sang Halle-G-lujah, has it stopped D raining?
Though the D priest had stopped be-Em-lieving a long time a-A-go
And his com-Bm-panion began to A laugh at the i-D-rony o' G that
And we D walked along in Em an un-G-confortable D silence
Yeah Bm ha- ha- ha- A hallelu-D-jah
Bm ha- ha- ha- A hallelu-G-jah D
St. Patrick led the sailor into the wasteland
A herd of swine surrounded them one day
It was the answer to their prayers, a sure sign that God, he cared
But McCarthy disagreed: it's not that simple
So hallelujah
hallelujah
The fisherman, he rode the city's river
The dirty water rose through sorry planks
And the vandal Moranjou? 'pon Gay St. heard the news
They commissioned him to rise up from the cobbles
Yeah Bm ha-A-llelu-D-jah
Bm ha-A-llelu-D-jah
Bm ha-A-llelu-G-jah D