Maybe someday I'll go back again to Ireland
If my dear old wife would only pass away
She nearly broke my heart with all her naggin'
She's got a mouth as big as Galway Bay.
See him drinking sixteen pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon
And then he can walk out without a sway
If the sea was beer instead of salty water
He would live and die in Galway Bay.
See him drinking sixteen pints of Padgo Murhpys,
When the barman says, "I think it's time to go.",
He doesn't try to speak to him in Gaelic,
But a language that the clergy do not know.
On her back she has tattooed a map of Ireland,
And when she takes her bath on Saturday,
She rubs the Sunlight soap around by Claddagh,
Just to watch the suds roll down by Galway Bay
If my dear old wife would only pass away
She nearly broke my heart with all her naggin'
She's got a mouth as big as Galway Bay.
See him drinking sixteen pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon
And then he can walk out without a sway
If the sea was beer instead of salty water
He would live and die in Galway Bay.
See him drinking sixteen pints of Padgo Murhpys,
When the barman says, "I think it's time to go.",
He doesn't try to speak to him in Gaelic,
But a language that the clergy do not know.
On her back she has tattooed a map of Ireland,
And when she takes her bath on Saturday,
She rubs the Sunlight soap around by Claddagh,
Just to watch the suds roll down by Galway Bay