Two Irishmen, two Irishmen were digging in a ditch,
And one called the other a dirty son of a
Peter Murphy, Peter Murphy, sitting on a dock.
Along came a bumblebee and stung him on the
Cocktail, ginger ale, five cents a glass.
If you do not like it, you may ram it up your
Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.
If you get hit with a pail of shit, please close your eyes.

*Almost* equally weak. %^)