FIDDLE-DI-DEE

Ah!
Bejaysus!
Begorrah!
Fiddle-di-dee.

An old drunk
With unfeasably dark hair
Wearing a suit
And sitting at the end of a bar.

Ah!
Harps!
Shamrocks!
Fiddles that screech.

'Tis Saint Paddy's day
(So it is)
The annual celebration,
Of the auld country.

A reckless glorification
Of dubious charm,
And making a virtue
Of drinking yourself to death.

Ah!
Fair Colleen!
Caterwauling Celts
With tenuous connections.
To a green unpleasant land.

Top o the ma-a-arr-ning to ya…
(So it is, so it is)
And fiddle, diddle-di-dee.

Ah!

Guinness!

Whiskey!

Carrying a pig.

Fiddle-di-dee,
Fiddle-di-Dee
Fiddle, diddle-di-dee.

Fiddle-di-dee,
Fiddle-di-Dee
Fiddle, diddle-di-dee.

(Repeat until dead)