Irish Goodbye
It's a quarter to ten when we're already six rounds in
I'm barely still upright and that ZZ Top song
"Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers" is on the jukebox
because of course it is
My head is screaming in anticipation of tomorrow morning,
I'm ready to leave but as always, obliged to concede
Time for an Irish goodbye
I'd better get out before I go blind
Time for an Irish goodbye
Just one more drink and I'm gonna die
Glenn's already puked twice and he's not slowing down
Mook's got that look in his eyes, shits definitely about to go down
This is where the night always turns for the worse
So I scope out the door
Time for an Irish goodbye
I gotta get out of this place before I hit the floor
Time for an Irish goodbye
Fuck all of these guys, they're clearly out of their minds
They won't let me leave but I've got to try
So now they've 86'd half the crew
You'd think that would wind down the night
We've only drank half the bar
And started at least two fights
Jesus Christ, someone just called for shots
Someone called the cops
Time for an Irish goodbye
Gotta just save myself and fuck all my pride
Time for an Irish goodbye
Get the hell out of here without saying why
It's time for an Irish goodbye
I'm barely still upright and that ZZ Top song
"Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers" is on the jukebox
because of course it is
My head is screaming in anticipation of tomorrow morning,
I'm ready to leave but as always, obliged to concede
Time for an Irish goodbye
I'd better get out before I go blind
Time for an Irish goodbye
Just one more drink and I'm gonna die
Glenn's already puked twice and he's not slowing down
Mook's got that look in his eyes, shits definitely about to go down
This is where the night always turns for the worse
So I scope out the door
Time for an Irish goodbye
I gotta get out of this place before I hit the floor
Time for an Irish goodbye
Fuck all of these guys, they're clearly out of their minds
They won't let me leave but I've got to try
So now they've 86'd half the crew
You'd think that would wind down the night
We've only drank half the bar
And started at least two fights
Jesus Christ, someone just called for shots
Someone called the cops
Time for an Irish goodbye
Gotta just save myself and fuck all my pride
Time for an Irish goodbye
Get the hell out of here without saying why
It's time for an Irish goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Huntsman
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