Sittin on a Friday all alone to the pub I dare to roam I walked right in and took a seat cute drunk boy I long to meet Sat alone no one bought me drinks, I gave up cuz Irish Boys stink! Open the bottle, step inside Pop open the cork and wave goodbye To the stupid Irish Boys who never get the chance To know me, sweep me off my feet, or get into my pants Ill come back one day with a real man Hell kiss my lips and hell hold my hand Hell show me off so everyone knows, Kiss my ear and suck my toes Never puke on my shoes, Sing those sorry drunken tunes, When we go out, hell buy me drinks -- hes not Irish, Irish boys stink! yea irish boys stink! So in walks this cute lad, decides to tell me how much beer hes had Sets me up to put me on my throne, then decides to take me home Right as we get to the bed, hes so drunk hes passed out dead This is why Ive come to think those fuckin Irish Boys, they stink!
Artist: Tsunami Bomb
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