I'm sober on St. Patrick's Day
Is there a crueler fate than this?
I doubt it
I'm sober on St. Patrick's Day
Every pub I see around is crowded
And the people they all say
There's got to be a better way
But I'm broke as f*ck
Down on my luck
Don't even have a nickel in my pocket
Can't find a lick of liquor
Guess I'll be on my merry way without it
But then Terry gives me a call
And he says his keg is full
Well that's all he had to say
I'm getting f*ck up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of my way
I'm loaded
F*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Punch my buddy in the f*cking nutsack
Taking a shit off a roof
Drinking home made liquor
I don't know the proof
Yeah I'm f*cked up
Hey what up
Let's go flip
That f*ckin taco truck
F*cked up on St. Patrick's Day
There's tacos flying everywhere
Aw f*ck yeah
Good old fashioned taco fight
Just like back in the olden times in Dublin
Terry's got a fresh bottle of malort in the trunk
But he can't find his keys and now he's blowing chunks
People making comments that we're sloppy drunks
But it's St. Patrick's Day and we dont give a f*ck
We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded
We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded
We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded
We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded