Ween The Blarney Stone
Get off my ass you wee bitty f..ck If I pull out the Claymore you're shit outta luck Who's that girl? That pretty young thing After I f..ck her she'll get up and sing Aye Aye Aye Sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye Aye Aye Aye The Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye Down to the pub for a two shilling ale The bread on the counter is going stale If I don't get some fresh bread soon Gonna punch in your face and bark at the moon (Chorus) Ain't got no girl 'cuz I haven't the time Got too many other things on me mind Patty was nice she was pale and cute But I threw her away like an old piece of fruit (Chorus) Got ooze in my pores my feet are all wet Got mold in my ears but I ain't dead yet Got stones in me bladder got a crack in me head When Patty starts cryin' this is what I said (Chorus)
