shakey - irish party lyrics
welcome everybody
to the irish party
grab your drink
and the person nearest to ya
and lets have a good time eh?
hup x 3
its an irish party
we aint going home
ya wanna kick me out
well pog mo thoin
well drink a few; well be on our back
now everyone in here stand up and clap
conas ata tu/ ah sure im grand/
do me a favour/ lend me your hands/
put them up there now/ let me see them clap/
show us your support/ this is irish rap/
follow the beat and just give us a jig/
knock a few pints and drive home like the stig/
do the riverdance langered/ your drunk as a skunk/
then your mates all join in/ sure its all good fun/
your michael flatley in your own little mind/
falling round the place from the sober side/
throw your legs in the air/ your all over the place/
then the finale kick hits your mate in the face/
a fight breaks out beat the life outta him/
confession sunday morning/ a prayer for your sin/
nearly kill the poor fella/ beat his face half rotten/
buy him a pint/ then all is forgotten.
uisce baithe/ thats irish for whiskey/
a good load inside ya yall be a bit frisky/
a lump of a lady could look like a model/
but getting on top could be more than a doodle/
wake up in the morning/ and get a great fright/
run out the house and yer up on yer bike/
ya pedal so hard yad swear the devil was chasin ya/
tell all your friends they say/
go way ya waster ya/
what are ya at/ going off with her anyway/
have ya seen her sister/ id get up on that any day/
its a real funny thing what the irish say/
ah sure itll be grand/ but this is the way/
cause this is the country where green is the colour/
yall drink too much whiskey; yall beat up your brother
but its grand the next day/ so ya fall into bed/
so sit yerself down and drink up my friend.
we love getting drunk/ building and fighting/
the yanks always say that your lifes so exciting/
we travel the globe sure we built this whole place/
theres more irish than chinese we own the rat race/
a pint of the black when your ready there boss/
traveller making a sale/ ill sell ya dat hoss
ah no your grand/ i have what i need/
a pint of the black i dont need no steed/
2 o clock come and ya fall in the door /
she hates when your drunk but ya hate her more/
but ya stay together/through thick and through thin/
even know her nagging gets under your skin/
the men are called paddy/ the women are hairy/
in the morning the best one looks scary/
she says give up the drink to save your soul
ya tell her ya will ya will in yer hole
put your gl-ss up and lets have a good time/
and keep those feet moving along with the rhyme/
i got you all moving from dublin to cork/
and peoples hand clapping from here to new york/
put your gl-ss up and lets have a good time/
and keep those feet moving along with the rhyme/
were the emerald isle amongst all the treasure/
so bring that back just for good measure/
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