Pints
I was born with the thirst of Christ
And I said to the nurse, jays I'd murder a pint
Me Mother offered me the tit
And I said "have ya anything stronger with it?"
So, after school, I was horsing bricks and mortar
6 years old, sogg'n pints of porter
I had a beard when I was seven
I bought a bungalow off me uncle Kevin
I was fixing auld trailers, welding auld gates
Had my first girlfriend by the age of eight
And by 9 I bought a John Deer
I stuck the fecking thing into O'Donovan's pier
Cos Monday I'd go drinking, Tuesday I'd go drinking
Wednesday I'd go drinking and on Thursday too
And Friday I'd go drinking, Saturday I'd go drinking
Sunday shur I'd go for wan or two
Hey!
Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints
You'll have an auld pint
Pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints
Lovely cans
They kicked me out, cos I wouldn't go to school
Well I got an auld van and a set of tools
I was put off the road when I was twelve
And that was when I started on the top shelf
I gatecrashed a christening, I didn't know the baby
Got off with his grandmother, she was fresh for 80
They called my mother and my aunt Denise
The doctor, the guards and the parish priest
Cos, Monday I'd go drinking, Tuesday I'd go drinking
Wednesday I'd go drinking and on Thursday too
And Friday I'd go drinking, Saturday I'd go drinking
Sunday shur I'd go for wan or two
Hey!
Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints
You'll have an auld pint
Pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints
Lovely cans
The doctor said I should give it up
I said sorry ma, you know I love an auld sup
Then the bottle started talking to me
It said "always drink responsibly"
So here's to you, Arthur Guinness, John Jamerson, J Smithwick
I'm gonna ate lettuce and mind myself but every now and then
On Monday I'd go drinking, Tuesday I'd go drinking
Wednesday I'd go drinking and on Thursday too
And Friday I'd go drinking, Saturday I'd go drinking
Sunday shur I'd go for wan or two
Hey!
Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints
You'll have an auld pint
Pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints
Lovely cans
And I said to the nurse, jays I'd murder a pint
Me Mother offered me the tit
And I said "have ya anything stronger with it?"
So, after school, I was horsing bricks and mortar
6 years old, sogg'n pints of porter
I had a beard when I was seven
I bought a bungalow off me uncle Kevin
I was fixing auld trailers, welding auld gates
Had my first girlfriend by the age of eight
And by 9 I bought a John Deer
I stuck the fecking thing into O'Donovan's pier
Cos Monday I'd go drinking, Tuesday I'd go drinking
Wednesday I'd go drinking and on Thursday too
And Friday I'd go drinking, Saturday I'd go drinking
Sunday shur I'd go for wan or two
Hey!
Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints
You'll have an auld pint
Pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints
Lovely cans
They kicked me out, cos I wouldn't go to school
Well I got an auld van and a set of tools
I was put off the road when I was twelve
And that was when I started on the top shelf
I gatecrashed a christening, I didn't know the baby
Got off with his grandmother, she was fresh for 80
They called my mother and my aunt Denise
The doctor, the guards and the parish priest
Cos, Monday I'd go drinking, Tuesday I'd go drinking
Wednesday I'd go drinking and on Thursday too
And Friday I'd go drinking, Saturday I'd go drinking
Sunday shur I'd go for wan or two
Hey!
Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints
You'll have an auld pint
Pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints
Lovely cans
The doctor said I should give it up
I said sorry ma, you know I love an auld sup
Then the bottle started talking to me
It said "always drink responsibly"
So here's to you, Arthur Guinness, John Jamerson, J Smithwick
I'm gonna ate lettuce and mind myself but every now and then
On Monday I'd go drinking, Tuesday I'd go drinking
Wednesday I'd go drinking and on Thursday too
And Friday I'd go drinking, Saturday I'd go drinking
Sunday shur I'd go for wan or two
Hey!
Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints, Pints
You'll have an auld pint
Pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints pints
Lovely cans
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Writer(s): Johnny Mcmahon, Johnny O'brien
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