The first pub we could stagger to was twelve steps from the plane
A Virgin flight to Shannontown the day it didn?t rain
The laughing eyes of Ireland sparkling blue and green
With hair as black as Guinness stout and barely seventeen
We?re back out on the cobblestones, whiskey drunk and high again
Liquored up and gearing up for seven nights in Ireland
The corner booth is waiting for the session to begin