*wakes up completely sober, walks out, walks in wearing Irish garb*
" Dia dhuit! Pint o' Guinness, Más é do thoil é, and the next round's on me."
*Gets drink, takes a swig*
"That's the stuff. I'd like to make a toast, or better yet, a song:
Gather 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for awhile,
and hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle,
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone...
And lift our voices in another Irish drinkin' song!
Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox,
Me brother drank the whiskey till he wound up in a box,
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise,
Me sister has forever closed her smilin' Irish eyes
Chorus:
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more!
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light
then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinkin' once again!
Next verse, lads? Ya have to know the song..."