Letra de Sober on Saint Patrick's Day
I'm sober on St. Patrick's Day Is there a crueler fate than this I doubt it.I'm sober on St. Patrick's Day Every pub I see around Is crowdedAnd the people they all say There's got to be a better wayBut I'm broke as fuck Down on my luck Don't even have a nickel In my pocketCan't find a lick of liquor Guess I'll be on my merry way Without itBut then Terry gives me a call And he says his keg is full Well that's all he had to sayI'm getting fucked up on St. Patrick's day Get the fuck out of my way I'm loadedFucked up on St. Patrick's day Punch my buddy In the fucking nutsackTaking a shit off the roof Drinking home made liquor I don't know the proofYeah I'm fucked up Hey what up Let's go flip That fuckin' taco truckFucked up on St. Patrick's Day There's tacos flying everywhere Aw fuck yeahGood old fashioned taco fight Just like back in the olden times In DublinTerry's got a fresh bottle Of Malort in the trunk But he can't find his keys And now he's blowing chunksPeople making comments That we're sloppy drunks But it's St. Patrick's Day And we don't give a fuckWe're fucked up on St. Patrick's day Get the fuck out of our way we're loaded