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Irish (We'll Never Be)

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Did you ever wake up one day and realize you were an Italian in an Irish folk band? If so, you probably can relate to this song. Be sure to pour yourself a nice big glass of Chianti before taking a listen.

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IRISH (We'll Never Be)

I’ve never seen Dublin in the flesh
I stained my shirt with meatballs and spaghetti
But I’m proud of my descent
It’s not from Cork, not from Killarney

Where every song is like:
Drink some whiskey, get into a bar fight
Lather-rinse-repeat on the next night
We don’t care, we’re sipping cappucinos peacefully

Still every song is like:
Pretty lassie, wife is into whoring
Nectar of the barley, crathur in the morning
We don’t care – our backs are covered with too much hair

And we’ll never be Irish (Iiiiiiiiiiirish)
It don’t run in our Guinea Blood
I want to punch those smiling eyes
And mock the penis size
‘Cause we’re sick of the Dubes (Duuuubes)
As well as the Malloys (Maaaahhloyyys)
Cause laddies they drool (they drool they drool they drool)
Like most drunk Irish guys


My brother and I we’ve cracked the code (low D note on accordion repeated section)
Add Jamesons and a nip of Baileys to the coffee
And everyone who knows them knows
That they’re good with this, but less so with sobriety

And every song is like:
Drink some whiskey, get into a bar fight
Lather-rinse-repeat on the next night
We don’t care, we’re sipping cappucino’s peacefully

Still every song is like:
Pretty lassie, wife is into whoring
Nectar of the barley, crathur in the morning
We don’t care – our backs are covered with too much hair

And we’ll never be Irish (Iiiiiiiiiiirish)
It don’t run in our Guinea Blood
I’ll turn black those smiling eyes
Laugh at the pasty thighs
‘Cause we’re sick of the Dubes (Duuuubes)
As well as the Malloys (Mahhhlloooyys)
Cause laddies they drool (they drool they drool they drool)
Like most drunk Irish guys

(Ayyyyyyyeeeeye…Ayyyyyeeeeeye…Aye yahhhhh)
They’re drunker than I’ve ever seen
I’m so sick of wearing green

(Ayyyyyyeeeeye…Ayyyyyyyeeeye…Aye yahhhhh)
They live life without a care
And without backs full of hair

No, we’ll never be Irish (I…..rish)
It don’t run in our Guinea Blood
I wanna punch those smiling eyes
And mock the penis size
‘Cause we’re sick of the Dubes (Duuuubes)
As well as the Malloys (Maaahhhlloyyys)
Cause laddies they drool (they drool they drool they drool)
Like most drunk Irish guys (stop at last word)

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from Band O'Brothers, released November 19, 2016
Lyrics and Arrangement by Anthony DePaolo

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Band O'Brothers Cheshire, Connecticut

Hailing from Cheshire, CT, Band O'Brothers entertains themselves and their unfortunate victims with their own brand of Mediocre Irish American Music.

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