Two Irishmen, two Irishmen, were sittin in a ditch
one called the other a dirty son of a Peter Murphy had a dog
a mighty fine dog was he, he lent it to his girl firend to keep her
company.

She taught it, she taught it, she taught it how to jump.
It jumped up her petticoat and bit her in the cocktail, giner ale,
five cents a glass, take it or leave it, or shove it up your ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies,

If you ever get hit with a bucket of shit, be sure to close your eyes.