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
seen 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! 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?