St. Patrick's Day (© 2013 John Rafferty /add'l lyrics by Kyf Brewer)

Well the cop in the subway stuck his eye in my cup,
He said pour it out Paddy, cause i've seen enough,
And move yourself along or it's an Irish Kiss
Then I'll call for the wagon and I'll haul your ass in

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Watch me chase all the snakes away,
Jamison and ginger after the parade
I could think of something so perfect to say
New York City on Saint Patrick's Day


I like Paddy whiskey but Jamo is tops
See me drinkin Bushmills you best call the cops
I'm dapper Sunday morning, by night I'm a slob
Sleeping is my enemy, drinkin's my job

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I made a deal with the driver of the B68
Said he'd drop me off in Flatbush, I'm just to abstain
There's no open containers, go sit in the back
With the old Jewish ladies, don't ya give em no crap

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Well the bus topped a hole and I rolled out
Couldn't find the curb, so they hauled me downtown
But the sergeant took heart, the only reason I think
There's a bloody lot of Murphys down the 9th precinct.

Watch me chase all the snakes away,
Jamo and ginger after the parade
I could think of something so perfect to say
New York City on Saint Patrick's Day.