"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 friggin trap but all the ladies catch the clap from your drunken irish dad. Ask O'Hennessey, Tennessee, Morris, and Shaughnessey, Riven, and Rooney they'll tell you the sameMacNulty, Mulrooney, and Cotter, and Clooney all feel the same mixture of pride and of shame Finnigan, Hannigan, Kelly, and Flannigan look to the ground when their dad passes by Hafferty, Rafferty, Joyce, and O'Lafferty fight for his honor and then start to cry Oh we Irish lads are all infirm And our moods infect us like a germ Cause we're all the spawn of a big old sperm And we dont tan well either From a drunken Irish dad The king and his men Stole the queen from her bed And bound her in her bones The seas be ours And by the powers Where we will, we'll roam Yo ho All hands Hoist the colors high Heave-ho Thieves and beggars Never shall we die Yo ho Haul together Hoist he colors high Heave-ho Thieves and beggars Never shall we die"