Shots With Monaghan

It always starts so innocent, we surely mean no harm A quiet, simple meeting with our mates around the bar Then in walks our man Monaghan, Maguire at his side The liquor starts a flowing ‘til we all are bleary eyed See Monaghan likes the whisky, Maguire’s a taste fer gin But I like the balls of fire, drinkin’ the blood of the mighty Finn Count ‘em up boys! One, two One, two When we do shots with Monaghan, it never goes as planned With belly to the bar we go too far ‘til we can barely stand A finger of the bottle, it starts with one or two But soon there’s trouble, we’re seeing double, from shots of the mountain dew O sure and it’s a pity, for such a happy band To feel the ire Hey, where’s Maguire? After shots with Monaghan! One, two One, two, three four! Now Jonny likes the craft beers, a Bud he won’t abide And Petey likes the vodka, a pickle on the side (what?) And Matty’ll drink most anything, and Greg he does just fine But I prefer the finer things, a jug of the old moonshine O sure and we love the ladies, we’ve a taste for all their charms But we go full throttle with a nice full bottle and a nip to keep us warm Count ‘em up boys! One, two One, two When we do shots with Monaghan, it never goes as planned With belly to the bar we go too far ‘til we can barely stand A finger of the bottle, it starts with one or two But soon there’s trouble, we’re seeing double, from shots of the mountain dew O sure and it’s a pity, for such a happy band To feel the ire Hey, where’s Maguire? After shots with Monaghan! One, two One, two, three four!