The Blarney Stone

Get off my ass, ya wee bitty fuck If I pull out the claymore, you're shit outta luck Who's that girl, that pretty young thing? After I fuck 'er, 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 Gon' punch in your face and bark at the Moon Aye, aye, aye Sharpen your boot and bludgeon your eye Aye, aye, aye The Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye Ain't got no girl 'cause 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 boot and bludgeon your eye Aye, aye, aye The Blarney Stone 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'll say Aye, aye, aye Sharpen your boot and bludgeon your eye Aye, aye, aye The Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye