March the 17th is the day I was born. Should've been Patty, but I ain't. For my Italian momma, the Green was never worn. Leprechauns and shamrocks made her faint.
I used to like my birthday, made me feel really great, with pats on the back and beers But people are such slobs and ruin a good time
They changed my cheers to jeers.
Passed out cold in the middle of the street.

(Outro – Spoken) Yeah… have fun with that hangover.