Irish Boy

Well I had a drink with a friend of mine
A week ago today
We were celebrating a month and a half
Too late St. Paddy’s Day
Well I bought 'im a round and he bought me a round
And the bouncer bought us anudder
What’s an Irish boy from a good family
Doing in the gutter
Well we looked at each other and had to laugh
As we lay there in our stink
Well I woulda cried if I woulda thought
But every time I thought I’d drink
And if his poor old gray-haired ma’d
See us there she woulda shuddered
What’s an Irish boy from a good family
Doing in the gutter
Well my Irish friend he liked to surf
But me I couldn’t swim
Well he said that he could teach me how
And I said I trusted him
He swore he’d never let me drown
He loved me like a brudder
What’s an Irish boy from a good family
Doing in the gutter
Well sure enough I drowned
And I wound up at the pearly gates
Where St. Peter said, «You're drunk as
Hell and son you shoulda ate»
So he sent me back down to get a bite
But instead I bought anudder
What’s an Irish boy from a good family
Doing in the gutter