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Top of the Pops: Best of 1998
Disc 1
01. Bootie Call
02. More Than a Woman
03. Got the Feelin’ (radio edit)
04. Heartbeat
05. Sex on the Beach
06. Cruel Summer
07. Turn Back Time
08. Tell Me Ma
09. I Want You Back
10. Kung Fu Fighting
11. Vindaloo
12. Lost in Space
13. Would You…?
14. Beat Goes On
15. Gangster Trippin’
16. Renegade Master (Fatboy Slim Old Skool edit)
17. Brimful of Asha (Norman Cook remix)
18. Road Rage
19. Save Tonight
Disc 2
01. If You Buy This Record Your Life Will Be Better
02. Horny
03. Needin’ U
04. I Can’t Help Myself
05. Dreaming
06. Pray
07. Teardrop
08. Looking for Love
09. Little Bit of Lovin’
10. Everything’s Gonna Be Alright
11. Relax
12. All My Life
13. Truly
14. Stranded
15. Question of Faith
16. Crush
17. Say You Love Me
18. Smoke
19. Baby Can I Hold You
Tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well, that's alright, 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me who is she?

Tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well, that's alright, 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and they ring that bell
Oh, my true love, are you well?
Out she comes, as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murray says, "She will die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye"

Tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well, that's alright, 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me who is she?

(Whoo, oh)
(Yo)

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad, by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma, 'til she comes home
Let them all come, as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well, that's alright, 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me who is she?

(Oh, spéirbhwan)
(Whoo, oh)
(Yo)
(Whoo, oh)

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad, by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma, 'til she comes home
Let them all come, as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well, that's alright, 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me who is she?

Tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well, that's alright, 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me who is she?

Tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
Well, that's alright, 'til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Pray, won't you tell me who is she?

Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me who is she?
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me who is she?
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me who is she?
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Won't you tell me who is she?

(Yoo, oh)
(Yo)
(Yoo, oh)