The thing about us Irish folk Is that loyalty means something Or maybe it's just me Friendships don't happen often And when they do, I hold on
I lost you to not one person But two You don't know how that makes me feel
It used to be me you turned to It used to be me you called upon It used to be me you needed As a lover and a best friend The former is one fraught with anguish The latter is the lover you had prior to me Maybe I'll take her place one day
So you are a patriotic Scotsman Then I too am proud of my Irish roots I'm the stupid green leprechaun under your bed But I know who my friends are