The Daughter of Molly Malone

Well, she used to roam the streets of old Dublin pushing her wheelbarrow

She'd pedal her kettle of fish through the Dublin streets so broad and narrow

Calling cockles and mussels alive, alive oh

She'd holler cockles and mussels alive, alive oh

But now she's old and retired, she's working no more

And so her sweet Irish daughter is watching the store

The Saints be praised, here comes young Molly now

In Dublin's fair city the girls are so pretty

And I am the daughter of Molly Malone

I drive her Volkswagen aziggin azaggin

Sellin' cockles and mussels alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh

Sellin' cockles and mussels alive, alive oh

I drive like a demon, my red hair a streaming

I'll stop, sell a fish and away I will go

I drive my Volkswagen aziggin azaggin

Cryin' cockles and mussels alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh

I wish I could catch her alive, alive oh

I am her suitor and my motor scooter

Will bring me beside her and I'll say hello

But I'll take my break off and then I will take off

Cryin' cockles and mussels alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh

Oh, you'll never catch me alive, alive oh

I'm saving my payroll for an Alfa Romeo

To catch up with the daughter of Molly Malone

I'll slow down this dolly and then pretty Molly

And her cockles and mussels I'll take for me own

Alive, alive oh, miss Molly, alive, alive oh, miss Molly

We'll always keep our love alive, alive alive oh