| Sittin on a Friday all alone
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| to the pub I dare to roam
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| I walked right in and took a seat
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| cute drunk boy I long to meet
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| Sat alone
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| no one bought me drinks,
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| I gave up cuz Irish Boys stink!
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| Open the bottle,
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| step inside
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| Pop open the cork and wave goodbye
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| To the stupid Irish Boys
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| who never get the chance
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| To know me,
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| sweep me off my feet,
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| or get into my pants
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| I’ll come back one day with a real man
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| He’ll kiss my lips and he’ll hold my hand
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| He’ll show me off so everyone knows,
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| Kiss my ear and suck my toes
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| Never puke on my shoes,
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| Sing those sorry drunken tunes,
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| When we go out, he’ll buy me drinks --
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| he’s not Irish, Irish boys stink!
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| yea irish boys stink!
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| So in walks this cute lad,
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| decides to tell me how much beer he’s had
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| Sets me up to put me on my throne,
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| then decides to take me home
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| Right as we get to the bed,
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| he’s so drunk he’s passed out dead
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| This is why I’ve come to think
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| those fuckin Irish Boys, they stink! |