Well, she used to roam the streets of old Dublin pushing her wheelbarrow She'd pedal her kettle of fish through the Dublin streets so broad and narrow Calling cockles and mussels alive, alive oh She'd holler cockles and mussels alive, alive oh But now she's old and retired, she's working no more And so her sweet Irish daughter is watching the store The Saints be praised, here comes young Molly now In Dublin's fair city the girls are so pretty And I am the daughter of Molly Malone I drive her Volkswagen aziggin azaggin Sellin' cockles and mussels alive, alive oh Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh Sellin' cockles and mussels alive, alive oh I drive like a demon, my red hair a streaming I'll stop, sell a fish and away I will go I drive my Volkswagen aziggin azaggin Cryin' cockles and mussels alive, alive oh Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh I wish I could catch her alive, alive oh I am her suitor and my motor scooter Will bring me beside her and I'll say hello But I'll take my break off and then I will take off Cryin' cockles and mussels alive, alive oh Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh Oh, you'll never catch me alive, alive oh I'm saving my payroll for an Alfa Romeo To catch up with the daughter of Molly Malone I'll slow down this dolly and then pretty Molly And her cockles and mussels I'll take for me own Alive, alive oh, miss Molly, alive, alive oh, miss Molly We'll always keep our love alive, alive alive oh