Ice House

The Wurlitzer is blasting Elvis on the floor
Same crowd, Friday night smoke pouring out the door
Ain't nobody dancing, got the Patriots on TV
Three sailor boys on pinball cause it's too rough out to sea

At the Ice House
Papa'a Ice House
At the Ice House

Little Mary Jo little darling, everybody's favorite girl
Grew up here on the West End and then left to see the world
Little Mary Jo little darling how does your garden grow
In the darkness of the tenement house next door
To the Ice House, Papa's Ice House
To the Ice House

Fog horn in the harbor, it's Saint Patrick's Day
Italian don't like no Irish looking at his girl that way
It's a hard rain falling, words turn to blows
Nobody wants no trouble but sometimes that's how it goes

At the Ice House
Papa'a Ice House
At the Ice House