Mar 19, 2012

Monday has come, the weekend comes to an end
There's St Paddy's day memories you can't comprehend
All the beer has been quaffed and whiskey is drank
You lie in your bed, your breath is quite rank
Do you remember the parties and the girl you betrothed 
The tattoo of the leprechaun can't be seen when you're clothed
So you consider everything that brings you dismay
If there was a god he'd make it all go away