Irish Boy

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 'im 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 had 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 See 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 enough 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 But instead I bought anudder What's an Irish boy from a good family Doing in the gutter