The Mother Folkers - The Mad Dog's Tale Lyrics

Stephen and Kira, Irish man and Russian diva
Met out in China on a long mountain climb
He wanted to travel, she's Bolshoi ballerina
And he courted her with a fine bottle of wine

Upon their next meeting, unfortunate and fleeting
She solemnly swore to never see him again
But he came over, this wild Irish rover
And they held each other in the soft Shanghai rain

She took him to Macau and she taught him to kowtow
To a Cantonese lord of a gambling franchise
They lost all their money, in a bad hand of rummy
But she won it all back with just a look from her eyes
She took him to Russia, he met her grandmother
Kissed a portrait of Jesus and proceeded to drink
She poorly translated, as they got more wasted
And lay down in the snow, till they started to sink
He took her to Belfast, and she got to go at long last
To the place where her man was born and bred
By the Giant's Causeway, so happy he couldn't say
So he held her close and he kissed her instead
Went off to Hong Kong and decided to make two one
And wedded one night on Victoria Peak
And that is the story of this Chinese love song
How true lovers can meet on any day of the week