^FOh, he doesn't smel^Cl like Irish Spring, And he ^Bbnever taught me ^Fanything, But ^Bbstill I slap my ^Fchest and sing - Of My ^GDrunken Irish ^CDad. Oh, his ^Fface looks like a ^Crailroad map, And he ^Bbnever shuts his ^Ffreakin' trap... But ^Bball the ladies ^Fcatch the clap From your ^GDrunken Irish ^CDad.

Ask a ^BbHennessey, Tennessey, ^AMorrison, Shaughnessy, ^BbReardon, and Rooney... They'll ^Atell you the same ^BbMcNulty, Mulrooney, and ^AConnor and Clooney, All ^Bbfeel the same mixture of ^Cpride and of shame.

^BbFinnegan, Hannigan, ^AKelly, and Flanagan. ^BbLook to the ground ^Awhile their dad passes by ^BbCafferty, Rafferty, ^AJoyce and O'Lafferty, ^BbFight for his honor and ^Cthen start to cry!

F-C-Bb-C-F-C-G-C F-C-Bb-C-F-C-G-G-C

Oh, we ^FIrish lads are ^Call infirm, And our ^Bbmoods infect us ^Flike a germ 'Cause ^Bbwe're all the spawn of a ^Fpickled sperm...

And we don't tan well either.

From a ^GDrunken ^CIrish ^FDad!!!

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