Nincompoop

Ye whimpering and whining have ye nothing else to do
But rember wicked old times, and get drunk anew
You're never short of money and still you always say
Your family is starving, at the end of the day.

Ye old a'sporting Jenny, my big toe, I say
Have you ever thought of how she may have felt that wicked day
When she drew your charges so you wouldn't shoot
So you wouldn't have yourself killed

You lousy nincompoop

Knowing you and knowing how you would run into your death
She just saved your life before you reached the end of your breath
So just think more and drink less and see what you'd have done
She saved your firkin life, so you might thank her ye bum.

Ye never think but have a drink, then two or three or four
And think that all the world's aginst you everyone's a bore
I'm telling you I'm fed up with the likes of bloody you
Get yourself together get a life

You lousy nincompoop

Ye whimpering and whining have ye nothing else to do
But rember wicked old times, and get drunk anew
Afraid to face your truth you just soak your brain in beer
And see the world as crooked, cause enough to sneer.

Get yourself together, this won't get you anywhere
Thinking of the oul times won't sweeten your air
I'm telling you the likes of you just get my spirits down
You sorry gelded whinebox, you whimpering clown.

Ye never think but have a drink, then two or three or four
And think that all the world's against you everyone's a bore
I'm telling you I'm fed up with the likes of bloody you
Get yourself together get a life

You lousy nincompoop