I think you're the fairest lass that I have ever seen
Let's walk past the english with our green thumbs up our noses
It's the Crazy O'Malleys
From County Mayo
There are two kinds of O'Malley males
The Hard Man and the Sad Dreamer
Put 'em both together and you've got an Uncle Jimmy
The Mad Schemer
We don't wear the Wild Boar for nothing
You weasels
And we'll tear you apart with our
Words songs and easels
You think it's easy being green?
You think it's a bed of roses?
The land isn't holy but the bloody war is
Pagans turned crusaders at the crosses heavy lurch
From leprechauns to leper cons
The island smaller than a church
There was this fucked up family from Mayo
Who were always ready with the early TKO
And if you think I'm finishing the Limerick
You got as many good thoughts in your head as in your dick
You prick and even though
The Blarney Stone busted my lip
Since I've been to Cashel I would never trade the trip
'Coz this is DNA
Not D NRA
Rifle Association or Irish Army
I'm not down with guns
No matter what you say
If my God told me to kill
He'd better back the fuck up
And if I met Buddha on the road
He better be ready to get ill, yup
It's boring, already
Got better things to do with my time
You can learn something new every day
From now until the end of rhyme
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