Get off my ass you wee bitty fuck

if I pull out the claymore you're shit outta luck

who's that girl, that pretty young thing

after I fuck her she'll get up and sing



Aye Aye Aye

sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye

Aye Aye Aye

the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye



down to the pub for a two shilling ale

the bread on the counter is going stale

if I don't get some fresh bread soon

gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon



Aye Aye Aye

sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye

Aye Aye Aye

the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye



Aint got no girl 'cuz I haven't the time

got too many other things on me mind

Patty was nice she was pale and cute

but I threw her away like an old piece of fruit



Aye Aye Aye

sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye

Aye Aye Aye

the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye



got ooze in my pores my feet are all wet

got mold in my ears but I ain't dead yet

got stones in me bladder got a crack in me head

when Patty starts cryin' this is what I said



Aye Aye Aye

sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye

Aye Aye Aye

the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye