St. Patrick's Army Lyrics - Singles - The Judes

Johnny drinks 'em harder than half the lads that I know 

And when he's cop-sluggin' drunk well it's best to let him go 

And Timmy takes 'em bigger when he's got no place to go 

But she's half of Mother Ireland and all of twenty stone 

Our good friends Pat and Andy Capp bring whiskey for what ails ya 

And Mr. Simo, Mr. Fish are drinkin' in Australia 

You played it well but what the hell, she's shotgun shy she don't wanna stay 

So tip your hat and slap her ass and send her on her way 

We'll raise our glasses, drink till dawn 

No one wears a frown 

Line 'em up shout bottoms up 

And fall around the town 

I drank to your health on round-up 

I drank to your health at home 

I drank to your health so many damn times 

I almost ruined my own 

We'll pass the whiskey 'till the bottle's at an end 

Then well turn the table over and we'll do it all again 

A jig and a dance a new romance, a drink to the the living we toast the dead t'day 

So one more round and tip 'em well and drink the night away 

Yeah, one more round and tip 'em well and drink the night away 

We'll raise our glasses, drink till dawn 

No one wears a frown 

Line 'em up shout bottoms up 

And fall around the town 

Line 'em up shout bottoms up 

And fall around the town 

Line 'em up shout bottoms up 

And fall around the town