St. Patty's Day

St. Patty's Day                                March 17, 2006

I'm going out tonight,

For it's ol' St. Patty's Day,

And I'm a-gonna drink

And paint the town red and fight.

I've got a cadre of friends

Who love to raise hell,

Dress up in green every March 17,

And wish for good luck

Upon a happenstance four leaf clover.

That's St. Patty's Day for you.

We're going on the East Side first

In Lil' Dublin quarter,

Where all the immigrants did reside.

We'll hit the pubs for some ale, good times,

Lamb and some of that corned beef stuff.

Who says there ain't a luck of the Irish

When once a year, there's all this fun?

If you don't think so, that's a shame,

Because your definition of life

Differs from mine.

Strobe lights hit the linoleum floors,

Bounce off the brick walls too,

As we drunk fools dance the night away.

Just as I predicted,

A couple of red-headed fellas

Couldn't handle their intake, their tempers,

And so they overflowed,

And the punches blown.

Seconds flat, big ol' burly bouncers

Broke up the brawl ensuing,

And I'll just bet you that those boys

Will wake up sore in the morning.

In seconds, order was restored,

Until the next battle broke out,

With me in the middle.

Still, I won't let this ruin my time

On the day the Irish reign supreme.

The rest of the world can own the other 364,

Just give us the 17th of March to feel alive.

We can drink at New Years,

And stuff our faces at Christmas and Thanksgiving,

Masquerade on Halloween

As the President of the United States,

But people, let's be real,

Keep St. Patty's Day alive.

Remember, the luck at the of the rainbow

Can spread to you.