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  • Текст песни молли выпороли - чмокни мой ирландский зад

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    Oh the churchbells are ringin' in the school yard,
    and we all went out those days.
    The bully said "Mick would you fancy a rumble?"
    I said "Yes! Its time to play!"

    Oh the nuns and the priests they grabbed their rosaries
    as they pulled our bodies apart.
    The bully said "Mick you lost the fight but you've gained my respect, you fight with so much heart!"

    We're as stubborn as mules with our blood on fire
    when we ain't at sunday mass,
    we'll look ant man straight in his eyes and say
    Kiss my Irish ass! You'd better kiss my Irish ass!

    Oh the husbands and wives, they had a neighborhood pack
    They called the Mackeys white trash behind our backs (White Trash!)
    I was way too young to understand that
    But if I did, I'd given it right back

    Oh me dad, he'd be drunk on the lawn,
    Yelling and screaming like he do
    But sometimes my old man felt what he was feeling,
    Sometimes Mr. Mackey spoke the truth

    We're as stubborn as mules
    With our blood on fire
    When we ain't at Sunday mass
    We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
    Kiss my Irish ass!
    You better kiss my Irish ass!

    Oh me grandpa passed through Ellis Island,
    From the greatest of the Motherlands
    For he worked, provided for his family
    He was a dedicated welding man.

    And he knew right from wrong like day and night,
    He could whip any fool in a bareknuckle fight
    He talked of country like he preached of God,
    One hell of an Irish man!

    We're as stubborn as mules
    With our blood on fire
    When we ain't at Sunday mass.
    We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
    Kiss my Irish ass!
    You better kiss my Irish ass!

    Oooohh, I'm of a distant relation to John Redman,
    He was one of the greatest Irish Rebels of his day.
    One bastard to another (Bastard!), on down the line
    And this is what my son will say:

    We're as stubborn as mules
    With our blood on fire
    When we ain't at Sunday mass
    We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
    Kiss my Irish ass!

    We're as stubborn as mules
    With our blood on fire
    When we ain't at Sunday mass
    We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
    Kiss my Irish ass!
    You better kiss my Irish ass!

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