Lyrics
it s over to me and over to you
we got us an irish pub
and let the knucklers back for more
The partin glass across the lug, i swear upon the holy book
The guinness pie that cabbage crap, we ll call it an irish pub, we got us an irish pub
We ll fly a bloody tri-colour, we got us an irish pub, we got us an irish pub
The guinness pie that cabbage crap, we ll hose the blood right out the door Irish, oh top o the mornin
And call it an irish pub, molly malone
Kilkenny on tap, spike the punch strip the willow
we ll skip along the avenue
We ll make em wear a shirt collar, the bouncers they can pick the fights, the partin glass across the lug
Strike me up the rakes o mallow, spike the punch strip the willow Pub, plasma screens neon lights
we ll skip along the avenue
the bouncers they can pick the fights
I ll up burst yer filthy mug, we ll hose the blood right out the door
i ll up burst yer filthy mug
We got us an irish pub, we got us an irish pub Song, spike the punch strip the willow
We ll call it an irish pub, we got us an irish pub
The guinness pie that cabbage crap, a hurling stick a shinty ball, the dirty dog
kilkenny on tap
and let the knucklers back for more
We got us an irish pub, the partin glass across the lug Rumjacks, o the lady-o
The ideal wannabee paddy trap, the only craic you ll get is a slap in the ear
Spike the punch strip the willow, if you draw one more shamrock in me beer
Jager bombs double shots, and call it an irish pub The, plastic cups
We ll skip along the avenue, the quick one in the filthy bog Rumjacks, the ideal wannabee paddy trap
we ll hose the blood right out the door
The underagers think its tops, the underagers think its tops, the dirty dog
Kiss me i m irish, we ll spike the drinks pay the cops, we got us an irish pub
i swear upon the holy book
It s over to me and over to you, we ll call it an irish pub
And who t hell is ronnie drew, the quick one in the filthy bog
We ll spike the drinks pay the cops, we ll fly a bloody tri-colour Irish, kilkenny on tap
Plastic cups, the underagers think its tops
Strike me up the rakes o mallow, we got us an irish pub Song, the quick one in the filthy bog
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer, we got us an irish pub
We ll raise the price o beer a dollar, and let the knucklers back for more
The only craic you ll get is a slap in the ear, we ll call it an irish pub
Jager bombs double shots, we ll call it an irish pub Song, the craic all
a polished floor
We got us an irish pub, the dirty dog
kara-farkin-oke nights
and let the knucklers back for more
It s over to me and over to you, we ll make em wear a shirt collar Pub, we ll spike the drinks pay the cops
Plastic cups, we ll raise the price o beer a dollar
Plastic cups, we ll skip along the avenue An, we ll skip along the avenue
we ll call it an irish pub
Plasma screens neon lights, we ll fly a bloody tri-colour
The only craic you ll get is a slap in the ear, and let the knucklers back for more, the dirty dog
we got us an irish pub