Drink your fuckin' whiskey and drink your fuckin' beer
Corned beef and cabbage, leprechauns are weird
Four leaf fuckin' clovers, Irish fuckin' car bombs
Catholics and Protestants do not get along
And you can eat a bag of dicks eat a bag of dicks eat a bag of dicks you'll eat a bag of dicks
There are too many jam bands around these fuckin' parts
We like to play first they can smell our stinky farts
Katie O'Connell loves our fuckin' band
Everyone in Glacier loves to go to Graham's
And you can eat a bag of dicks eat a bag of dicks eat a bag of dicks you'll eat a bag of dicks
Everyone at Graham's wants to use the phone
Calling up a dude there's no chicks to bone
Ev'ryone raise your glasses Ev'ryone raise your beers
All around the room you're all a bunch of queers
And you can eat a bag of dicks eat a bag of dicks eat a bag of dicks you'll eat a bag of dicks
credits
released August 22, 2015
Music: Traditional Irish
Guitar: Adam Ü
Lyrics: Adam Ü, Thom Taylor, Greg Bernier, Scott Peterson
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