Peter:
Oh, he doesn't smell like Irish Spring
And he never taught me anything
But still I slap my chest and sing
Of my drunken Irish dad
Oh, his face looks like a railroad map
And he never shuts his freakin' trap
Mickey:
But all the ladies catch the clap
From your drunken Irish dad
Peter:
Ask a Hennessey, Tennessey, Morrison, Shaughnessy, Riordan, and Rooney
They'll tell you the same
McNulty, Mulroney, and Carter and Clooney
All feel the same mixture of pride and of shame
Mickey:
Finnegan, Hannigan, Kelly, and Flanagan
Look to the ground when their dad passes by
Cafferty, Rafferty, Joyce and O'Lafferty
Fight for his honor and then start to cry
Both:
Oh, we Irish lads are all infirm
And our moods infect us like a germ
'Cause we're all the spawn of a pickled sperm
spoken:
Mickey: And we don't tan well either
All:
From a drunken Irish dad
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