March the 17th is the day I was born. Should've been Patty, but I ain't. F Dm F Dm For my Italian momma, the Green was never worn. Leprechauns and shamrocks made her faint.

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I used to like my birthday, made me feel really great, with pats on the back and beers G7 But people are such slobs and ruin a good time
Bb They changed my cheers to jeers.

Dm Em Dm F Green beer’s flowin’, streets a mess, Drunk guys screamin’, I’m not impressed. C Dm Bb Plastic hats, fake Irish pride, Another excuse to drink all night.

Cm C6 Saint Patrick’s Day sucks, it’s all the same, Dm F Every year, just a booze-filled game Cm C6 Singin’ bad songs, dancin’ off beat, F
Passed out cold in the middle of the street.

Dm Em Dm F “Take a shot!” Nah, I’m good, When the Guinness spills I head for the hills C Dm Bb I'd rather just enjoy my cake. And avoid all the noise you make.

Cm C6 Saint Patrick’s Day sucks, it’s all the same, Dm F Every year, just a booze-filled game Cm C6 Singin’ bad songs, dancin’ off beat, F
Passed out cold in the middle of the street.

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