Maybe someday, I'll go back again to Ireland
And my dear old wife would only pass away
She nearly has my heart broke with her naggin'
She's got a mouth as big as Galway Bay
See her drinkin' sixteen pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon, commercial
And then she can walk home without a sway
If the sea was beer instead of salty water
She would live and die in Galway Bay
See her drinkin' sixteen pints of Padgo Murphy's
The barman says, "I think it's time to go"
And she doesn't try to speak to him in Gaelic
In a language that the clergy do not know
On her back she has tattooed a map of Ireland
And when she takes her bath on Saturday
She rubs the sunlight soap around by Claddaugh
Just to watch the suds flow down by Galway Bay
