Intro:
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
Chorus:
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
Verse 1
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.
Chorus x 2
Verse 2
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.
Chorus x 2
Verse 3
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
Chorus x2
Bridge:
Put your glass 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 glass 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 hook back just for good measure/
Chorus x2
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