I'm sober on St. Patrick's Day Is there a crueler fate than this? I doubt it. I'm sober on St. Patrick's Day Every pub I see around is crowded. And the people they all say there's got to be a better way. But I'm broke as fuck down on my luck don't even have a nickel in my pocket Can't find a lick of liquor guess I'll be on my merry way without it. But then Terry gives me a call and he says his keg is full well that's all he had to say I'm getting fucked up on St. Patrick's day get the fuck out of my way I'm loaded Fucked up on St. Patrick's day punch my buddy in the fucking nutsack Taking a shit off the roof drinking home made liquor I don't know the proof Yeah I'm fucked up hey what up let's go flip that fuckin’ taco truck Fucked up on St. Patrick's Day there's tacos flying everywhere aw fuck yeah Good old fashioned taco fight just like back in the olden times in Dublin Terry's got a fresh bottle of Malort in the trunk but he can't find his keys and now he's blowing chunks People making comments that we're sloppy drunks but it's St. Patrick's Day and we don’t give a fuck We're fucked up on St. Patrick's day get the fuck out of our way we're loaded
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