Shots with Monaghan

It always starts so innocent, we surely mean no harm
A quiet, simple meeting with our mates around the bar
Then in walks our man Monaghan, Maguire at his side
The liquor starts a flowing 'til we all are bleary eyed
See Monaghan likes the whisky, Maguire's a taste fer gin
But I like the balls of fire, drinkin' the blood of the mighty Finn

Count 'em up boys!
One, two
One, two

When we do shots with Monaghan, it never goes as planned
With belly to the bar we go too far 'til we can barely stand
A finger of the bottle, it starts with one or two
But soon there's trouble, we're seeing double, from shots of the mountain dew
O sure and it's a pity, for such a happy band
To feel the ire
Hey, where's Maguire?
After shots with Monaghan!

One, two
One, two, three four!

Now Jonny likes the craft beers, a Bud he won't abide
And Petey likes the vodka, a pickle on the side (what?)
And Matty'll drink most anything, and Greg he does just fine
But I prefer the finer things, a jug of the old moonshine
O sure and we love the ladies, we've a taste for all their charms
But we go full throttle with a nice full bottle and a nip to keep us warm

Count 'em up boys!
One, two
One, two

When we do shots with Monaghan, it never goes as planned
With belly to the bar we go too far 'til we can barely stand
A finger of the bottle, it starts with one or two
But soon there's trouble, we're seeing double, from shots of the mountain dew
O sure and it's a pity, for such a happy band
To feel the ire
Hey, where's Maguire?
After shots with Monaghan!

One, two
One, two, three four!