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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Packed bags, one-way flight
Boston kids in morning light
Jersey boots on Dublin stone
All of us said, “Make us home”
We brought our habits in a crate
Old baseball caps and patchy freight
Learned to tip the head and grin
Tryna let the good days in
[Pre-Chorus]
But the line keeps bending long
All the homesick sing along
We’re three deep, then ten, then more
Heard this island’s got a door
[Chorus]
No locals in queue
No locals in queue
To kiss the Blarney Stone
No locals in queue
No locals in queue
We’re all here on our own
Hands on the wall
Lean in, don’t fall
No locals in queue
No locals in queue
[Verse 2]
We say “grand” a bit too proud
Laugh too big, too loud, too loud
Mixing up our tea and time
Trying to land one friend at a time
We ask where the buzz began
Get corrected by the man
Then we nod and play it cool
Like we didn’t miss the rule
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the sidewalk’s full of us
Clumsy charm and reckless trust
Every accent in the rain
Learning every cobble vein
[Chorus]
No locals in queue
No locals in queue
To kiss the Blarney Stone
No locals in queue
No locals in queue
We’re all here on our own
Hands on the wall
Lean in, don’t fall
No locals in queue
No locals in queue
[Bridge]
Maybe we’re the spill-in crowd
Maybe we’re the shuffle now
Borrowing the seat, the tune
Trying not to speak too soon
If you let us, we’ll belong
Wrong at first, then singing strong
Give us one more night in town
We’ll be clappin’ the roof down
[Final Chorus]
No locals in queue
No locals in queue
To kiss the Blarney Stone
No locals in queue
No locals in queue
We’re all here on our own
Hands on the wall
Lean in, don’t fall
No locals in queue
No locals in queue
Details
GeneratedJun 13, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Irish folk-punk pub stomp, fast-paced and chanty with driving acoustic guitar, handclaps, floor-stomps, tin whistle flourishes, and a lift-all-at-once chorus; verses stay bouncy and story-led, pre-chorus tightens with gang claps and shouted pickups, chorus bursts into pub-singalong repetition. Female vocals with sharp lead, stacked harmonies on hooks, short delay throws on punch lines, and a final chorus that feels crowded and rowdy. Bright, raw, and loud in the room, female vocals
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
An Irish, fast paced song, pub energy, stomps, claps, female vocals, about a mass exodus of individuals from the US moving to Ireland, trying to fit in. No locals in queue to kiss the Blarney Stone!
