Gang O' the Cat

So raise your glasses high, sing out a song of freedom, And let your battle flag fly We’re the proud and the few and the cry and the hue, we'll tell those bastards why We are the power of the rebel army, we’re the grit of the street We’re the voice of the toiling millions We’re the gang o’ the cat what d’ya think about that, Up the KRC They follow us to New York City, and watch the race go on And buy us drinks when our throats are parched, they know the words to every song From Maggie and Harp to Old Dun Cow, Johnny to Irish Reply They give us the push to shred and growl, they’re the sparkle in our collective eye So raise your glasses high, sing out a song of freedom, And let your battle flag fly We’re the proud and the few and the cry and the hue, we'll tell those bastards why We're the power of the rebel army, we’re the grit of the street We’re the voice of the toiling millions We’re the gang o’ the cat what d’ya think about that, Up the KRC Dan and Angie tow the line, and Liz will show you how And Catherine knows the routine by heart, she knows it all by now Erin might show you the step dance, and Ruthie shouts “Oi!” with glee Ask Monaghan to buy the shots, he’ll give them all for free So raise your glasses high, sing out a song of freedom, And let your battle flag fly We’re the proud and the few and the cry and the hue, we'll tell those bastards why We are the power of the rebel army, we’re the grit of the street We’re the voice of the toiling millions We’re the gang o’ the cat what d’ya think about that, Up the KRC From Logan’s by the Old Mill Stream, to the Blarney in the Downtown T Out at Spanky’s on the banks of the muddy Maumee, or O’Shea’s it’s the place to be Or down to Asheville or up at Levis Square, across the country far and wide We rumble through the region and we give no quarter, got the Gang o’ the Cat by our side So raise your glasses high, sing out a song of freedom, And let your battle flag fly We’re the proud and the few and the cry and the hue, we'll tell those bastards why We are the power of the rebel army, we’re the grit of the street We’re the voice of the toiling millions We’re the gang o’ the cat what d’ya think about that, Up the KRC