Well there's a house in an alley. In the squats and low-rise. Of a town with no future. But that's where my future lies. It's a secret but no secret. It's a rule but no rule. Where you find the darkest avenue. There you'll find the brightest jewel. Now my name it is Mulvaney. And I'm known quite famously. People speak my name in whispers. What higher praise can there be. But I'd trade my fine mohair. For tied-dyes and faded jeans. If she wanted me some other way. She's my Cooksferry Queen. She gave me one pill to get bigger. She gave me one pill to get small. I saw snakes dancing all around her feet. And dead men coming throught the wall. Well I'm the prince of this parish. I've been ruthless and I've been mean. But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes. She's my Cooksferry Queen. Yeaaaaah. Well she's got every rare perfection. All her looks beyond compare. She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind. Pre-Raphaelite curls in her hair. She could get the lame to walking. She could get the blind to see. She could make wine out of Thames river water. She could make a believer out of me. Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow. All the wicked things I've been. She's my bright jewel of the alley. She's my Cooksferry Queen. Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow. All the wicked things I've been. She's my bright jewel of the alley. She's my Cooksferry Queen. Oooooh