Well, ya big spureen, 'tis that date agin, where the whiskey o'er flows and the tatties are bein' fried ta be shoveled down yer navvie gab. So here's a wee tune to git yah goin' Happy Birthday Michael.
Whiskey yur the divil
Yer leadin'me astray
Over hills and mountains
Unto Amerikey
Wher we all met big Michael
On his Birthing Day
Oh whiskey yer me darlin, drunk or sober.