Irish Boy - Cowboy Mouth

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