march of the micks

drink it up!
slam! chase!
crawl around on your knees!
drunk sick mick
("another whiskey please")

puke in a pickup truck
piss on a plaster duck
pitchers are just a buck
pour me a fresh Guinness stout

when all the crowd has gone
we'll still be goin' strong
pass out on someone's lawn
i wanna watch you fall down

all the micks are all lined up
i've got all the Harp you want
find the toilet, hug it tight
now doesn't it make you feel Irish?

St. Pat's day nears!
cheers! beers!
find all of your Irish friends!
binge drink
(like some ethnic archetype)

i wanna drink all day
chase everything away
this Irish holiday
drink all night all over town

green everywhere i see
green beer and BBCs *
get wobbly in the knees
i wanna watch you fall down

all the micks are all lined up
tell the barkeep what you want
pour the Jameson's, toss it back
now doesn't it make you feel better?
the micks have made their scene
now some are snoring loudly
and all the rest have turned green

* BBC = Bailey's, brandy, and coffee

-- kate and kt, the two kathleens

(who have a right to humorously stereotype their own ethnicity in any fucking fashion they please, even if said fashion is deprecating to themselves, thankyouverymuch)