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Lyrics for Funeral Party by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Funeral Party | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 165 | | | | Lyrics: | Funeral Party
Oh, the other night I got an invitation to a funeral
But to me
disappointment the fucker didn't die
So to ease our disappointment he took us out and treated
us
And seein' as he apologized, we let the thing go by.
To ease our disappointment he took
us out and treated us
He bought a quart of ale for a company of ten
When some one of us
asked him whose money he was squanderin'
The fellow took his wallet out, we never asked
again
Now, we got a concertina for to aid in the rascality
But none of us could play
it though we tried our best and worse
We made an awful noise, and if it's any benefit
We
played the thing so carefully that all the bellows burst
We got a boiled potato for to mend the
concertina with
When someone hit Maloney with the carcass of a cat
He bottled up his
whiskers, and he read out the riot act
He swore he'd put two hits upon the bastard who did
that
When the owner of the beershop, he saw us all a'riotin'
He gave orders to get out
but, at that we all refused
So he whistled in some loafers that were standin' round the corner
and
For ten or fifteen minutes we was bodily abused
When we left the beershop, on down the
road we started
When a bunch of hungry urchins, they pelted us with mud
We told them to
chuck it -- they said that they were doin' that
And then they all ran off and they left us
where we stood
Well, the next thing we got was a bunch of salvationers
They rifled
all our pockets and they asked us, were we saved?
Poor little John McGintey got escorted to the
station-house
For askin' a great policeman if his appetite was shaved
Oh, for to free
McGintey we then took off our undershirts
And down to the pawnshop we took the bloomin'
lot
We told him that we only wanted ten and six on them
There's enough on them already was
the answer that we got
We got our ten and six all for to free McGintey with
Bad luck
to that beershop that we passed along the way
For of course we couldn't pass it without having
some refesherment
And we squandered all the money of the fine we had to pay
Now the drink
bein' in us, the sense, it was all out of us
And for a bit of riotin' we quickly did
repair
We battered one another till we all weren't worth three ha'pennies
You could have
carpeted the floor with all the skin and hair
For McCarty hit McGintey and McGintey hit
some other man
And every man hit any man against he had a spite.
Poor old Macnamara who
was sittin' sayin' nothin' got
A kick that broke his jaw for not indulgin' in the
fight.
We fought away like Turks until the police separated us
They took us to the jail
with broken noses and black eyes
I got sixty days in prison and it was a lesson,
sure:
I'll go no more to funerals until the bastard dies.
@Irish @brawl
@drink
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