Irish Boy Lyrics

Well I had a drink with a friend of mine a week ago today
We were celebrating a month and a half too late St. Paddy's Day
Well I bought him a round and he bought me a round
And the bouncer bought us anudder
What's an irish boy from a good family doing in the gutter?

Well we looked at each other and ahd to laugh as we lay there in our stink
Well I woulda cried if I woulda thought but every time I thought I'd drink
And if his poor old gray-haired ma'd seen us there she woulda shuddered
What's an irish boy from a good family doing in the gutter?

Well my irish friend he liked to surf but me I couldn't swim
Well he said that he could teach me how and I said I trusted him
He swore he'd never let me drown
He loved me like a brudder
What's an irish boy from a good family doing in the gutter?

Well sure enought I drowned and I wound up at the pearly gates
Where St. Peter said, "You're drunk as hell and son you shoulda ate"
So he sent me back down to get a bite to eat but instead I bought anudder
What's an irish boy from a good family doing in the gutter?