Me and Friends

Me and, friends went drinking the other day.
Guy came, over had something to say.
He kept teasing me about my size.
He wasn't ready for this surprise.
I stood, up and I swung hard.
Tables flipped over and scattered cards.
That fellow didn't stand very long.
He was down before the end of this song.
Cause I, may have a slur in my talk.
And have, a sway in the way I walk.
Ya I'm a short Irish with spunk.
Thanks to my size I hardly ever dunk.
So me, and friends go back to drinking.
Maybe, those bruises will help his thinking.

Well it’s just a little bit past ten.
Me and, friends still on a drinking binge.
Door flings open that guy is back.
He brought friends the place is pack.
Looks like, their ready for a thrash.
Time for me and friends to take out the trash.
If you come here tonight,
You better be prepared for a fight.
Cause we, don't like your attitude.
Not even, your momma's gonna recognize you.
We don't care how big you are.
You size won't get you very far.
Cause you, can't move your feet like this.
Brother, you better hope you don't miss.
Our Irish passion is burning inside.
The four leaf clover is on our side.
We're the, ones with all of the luck.
These fists, are flying you better duck.
Me and friends jump into the fight.
There are a lot of guys it's getting tight.
Cause we broke some bottles and broke some legs.
You better not break any of those kegs.
Me and friends plan to go back to drinking.
When we've finish all our ass kicking.
Cause this fights a long was from over.
We won't, quiet until we're all sober.
So if you come here to night.
You better be prepared for a fight.
Cause we're, Irish and still drinking.
Best kept to yourselves all your thinking.
Me and friends will take a stand.
We'll fight you all with a beer in hand.
Cause we don't care about your numbers.
Long as we keep drinking we grow numer.
So even if there's only one of use against two of you.
Seeing double gives use four hands, that ought to do.