Ben Horowitz, Sal Maggio, Alvaro Velasquéz...On Saint Paddy's Day, everybody's Irish, no matter who they are. Humorous drinking song.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
Everybody’s Irish
I am a jolly Irishman, Ben Horowitz is my name
I live in dear old Shaker Heights, and furniture is my game
I always dance the hora, I never dance a jig
But every March the Seventeen I’m Irish as Paddy’s pig.
Hava-na-geedily-deedily-yay, I’m Irish as Paddy’s pig.
I am a jolly Irishman, Sal Maggio, if you please
My Papa is Napolitan, my mama is Calabrese
I sing “O Solo Mio,” never “Tural Lura Lu”
But every March the Seventeen I’m Irish as Irish stew.
Tural-lura-loodily-yay, I’m Irish as Irish stew.
I am a jolly Irishman, what do you think of that?
I hail from San Francisco and they call me Chow Lin Fat
I say my prayers on Buddha beads and not a rosary
But every March the Seventeen I’m Irish as Mother MacCree.
Boodily-boodily-rosalie-yay, I’m Irish as Mother MacCree.
I am a jolly Irishman, from Delhi, ain’t that great?
My family owns a big motel out by the interstate
My folks arranged a bride for me, a ruby in her nose
But every March the Seventeen she’s Irish as Abie’s Rose.
Brahmally-ramally-roobily-yay, she’s Irish as Abie’s Rose.
I am a jolly Irishman, Alvaro Velasquéz
From old Sonora, Mexico, that’s what my green card says
I talk a bit of the blarney and I wear a bit of the green
‘Cause everybody’s Irish on March the Seventeen
Ay-chihuahua-riddily-yay, on March the Seventeen.
Everybody’s Irish, no matter who they are
Everybody’s Irish in anybody’s bar
From Harlem down to Chinatown and out to Corona Queens
Everybody’s Irish on March the Seventeen
Sure-and-begorrah-Erin-go-bragh, it’s March the Seventeen.
Up the Republic! Give us a pint! It’s March the Seventeen.
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