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Dropkick Murphys |
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Sing Loud, Sing Proud! |
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Good Rats |
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Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for run? |
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Sure they crawl around and scurry, |
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yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time |
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just like you and me |
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I'll prove it with a tale about a rat-infested brewery |
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It started with a little lad named vermin McCann |
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who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man |
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he rounded up his furry boys, |
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though some wore a frown |
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they quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down. |
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Chorus: |
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One, two, one-two-three-four! |
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Come on all you good rats |
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we'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam |
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'cause in these vats you've made quite a creation |
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a potion that turned the Guinness to gold! |
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Like mice behind a piper, |
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rats from all around soon headed for this factory in old Dublin Town. |
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They surely heard the news about this fancy new rat-brew they come, |
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they saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few |
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The rats were in a tizzy |
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addicted to the bone the hairy lugs were giddy |
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they were never going home |
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like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank they drank, |
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they sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank! |
