The Blarney Stone

Get off my a*s, you wee bitty f**k If I pull out the Claymore you're shit outta luck Who's that girl, that pretty young thing? After I f**k her she'll get up and sing Aye aye aye, sharpen your boots 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 you in your face and bark at the moon Aye aye aye, sharpen your boots and bludgeon your eye Aye aye aye, the blarney stone brings a tear to me eye 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 Aye aye aye, sharpen your boots and bludgeon your eye Aye aye aye, the blarney stone that brings a tear to me eye 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 Aye aye aye, sharpen your boots and bludgeon your eye Aye aye aye, the blarney stone brings a tear to me eye