Word on the street - Rosie gonna fry* Big Man say she got it cominâ, girl gonna die Too much hanginâ out all in the wrong places Runninâ with the hard men got that girl in a crisis Watch your step, Rosie, you know what the price is You got a young family and weâre not Mister Nice Guys Youâre one step beyond the pale, look out, you hear me Gonna end up dead, oh yeah, Rosemary Youâre so far ahead of them, theyâre so far behind Oh-oh-oh youâve already crossed the line Youâre so far ahead of all the hatred that they carry Talkinâ âbout a lady they call Rosemary We know all about you, Rosie McGee You donât want our brothers marchinâ in Drumcree Donât know youâre place, just another Fenian So donât give me no lectures âbout the fire of freedom Look at Robbie Hamill, you know what the price is Billy Wright took a bullet from a bloody papist Red Hand got your number, just a formality Stay out of Portadown, oh yeah, Rosemary Scars on your face, fire in your eyes Get out of Lurgan - hear them choppers in the sky Goinâ to America â such a no-brainer Testifyinâ to the Yanks wonât make you any safer Watch your step, Rosie, voice of the voiceless Remember Pat Finnucane â he thought he was Jesus Time is tight, look out you hear me Donât put your foot on that brake, bye bye, Rosemary