Obscure lyric for the week of March 2, 2009

Monday is here, did you enjoy the sunshine on the weekend? I certainly did. I seem to feel so much better when the sun is shining. I rested and watched as the painters did their thing, I also enjoyed some great Italian food from Casa Rugantino. Consider that a plug (completely unpaid) for some of the best Italian food and family service in the region.

Welcome to March, and beware the ides of March too, especially if your name is Julius Caesar. We will celebrate St. Patrick's day this month, without green beer. I don't ever remember seeing green beer when I lived in Ireland. St. Patrick's day was a "holy" day and we went to mass and then to the Parade on O'Connell street. We wore shamrocks and other niceties but not like it's done in North America, I suppose I'm lamenting another holiday gone mad with commercialism.

Enough about that, you're here to hear some music, or at least read some until I find it on youtube. Here is this weeks choice. A great Irish (or is he, oops) singer, writer and musician, who has attracted the attention of many people including one with great gams. Here is a sample of some lyrics written and released in 1986.

That he twists with nicotine fingers

as he drops his cigarette ash

and someone comes and sweeps it up

and then he doffs his cap

I would like to know the following:

The writer:

The name of the song:

the name of the album:

Where this artist was born:

Which famous musician he has written multiple songs with:

Have a great week, enjoy the sunshine while it lasts. I hope you like my virtual musical trip to Ireland and elsewhere, I'll do my best not to make it too easy. I'll try to get some more hints(there are some in this post) on Wednesday.