Irish Party - Shakey

Welcome Everybody

To the Irish Party

Grab your drink

And the person nearest to ya

And lets have a good time Eh?

Hup x 3

Its an Irish Party

We aint going home

Ya wanna kick me out

Well Pog mo Thoin

Well drink a few;

well be on our back

Now everyone in here stand up and clap

Conas ata tu/ ah sure im grand/

Do me a favour/ lend me your hands/

Put them up there now/ let me see them clap/

Show us your support/ this is Irish rap/

Follow the beat and just give us a jig/

Knock a few pints and drive home like the stig/

Do the riverdance langered/ your drunk as a skunk/

Then your mates all join in/ sure its all good fun/

Your Michael flatley in your own little mind/

Falling round the place from the sober side/

Throw your legs in the air/ your all over the place/

Then the finale kick hits your mate in the face/

A fight breaks out beat the life outta him/

Confession Sunday morning/ a prayer for your sin/

Nearly kill the poor fella/ beat his face half rotten/

Buy him a pint/ then all is forgotten.

Uisce Baithe/ thats Irish for whiskey/

A good load inside ya yall be a bit frisky/

A lump of a lady could look like a model/

But getting on top could be more than a doodle/

Wake up in the morning/ and get a great fright/

Run out the house and yer up on yer bike/

Ya pedal so hard yad swear the devil was chasin ya/

Tell all your friends they say/

GO WAY YA WASTER YA/

What are ya at/ going off with her anyway/

Have ya seen her sister/ id get up on that any day/

Its a real funny thing what the Irish say/

Ah sure itll be grand/ but this is the way/

Cause this is the country where green is the colour/

Yall drink too much whiskey;

yall beat up your brother

But its grand the next day/ so ya fall into bed/

So sit yerself down and DRINK UP MY FRIEND.

We love getting drunk/ Building and fighting/

The yanks always say that your lifes so exciting/

We travel the globe sure we built this whole place/

Theres more Irish than Chinese we own the rat race/

A pint of the Black when your ready there boss/

Traveller making a sale/ ill sell ya dat hoss

Ah no your grand/ I have what I need/

A pint of the black I dont need no steed/

2 o clock come and ya fall in the door /

She hates when your drunk but ya hate her more/

But ya stay together/through thick and through thin/

Even know her nagging gets under your skin/

The men are called paddy/ the women are hairy/

In the morning the best one looks scary/

She says Give up the drink to save your soul

Ya tell her ya will YA WILL IN YER HOLE

Put your glass up and lets have a good time/

And keep those feet moving along with the rhyme/

I got you all moving from Dublin to Cork/

And peoples hand clapping from here to New York/

Put your glass up and lets have a good time/

And keep those feet moving along with the rhyme/

Were the emerald Isle amongst all the treasure/

So bring that back just for good measure/