KAБAH
27.11.2011, 14:41
Песня про пятницу.
Музыка: "бард будущего" Слепаков (русский какой-то)
Слова: Мартин Джиллфойл
(далее все с ирландским акцентом)
Well, lads and lassies, listen to this one. You can sing along if you know the words, you can cheer along or drink along...but don't you bloody interrupt my performance or me mates will tear your legs off !! Nothing quite as scary as a drunk Irishman.
This song is about discipline...about tradition, if you will.
This week, like every week, draws to a close. And you betta' be prepared lads! Cause FRIDAY'S COMING !!! And if you're not prepared for Friday, then God help ya. Cause we won't !! No Irishman will. Sing with me, lads!
Every Friday I’m shitfaced on the floor x4
But Every Monday I’m just like new x4
I’m a simple working Irish lad
Every night I’m drunk every day I’m mad
I work for 2 guys named Johnny and Hugh
And every Monday I’m just like new
And every Tuesday I’m just like new
And every Wednesday I’m just like new
On Thursday I’m fresh like never before,
But every Friday I’m shitfaced on the floor.
------------------- Chorus
I get paid sixty bucks a week
For 7 days this is pretty weak
If the money only lasts me for six
I borrow a tenner and it gets me fixed
But when life’s hard and really sucks
Then I drink less and I save 10 bucks
I could put them away for financial gain
But every Friday I’m shitfaced again.
------------------- Chorus
Friday Mornig I’m already glad,
that by evening time I’ll be Half dead.
That sometime around 7 o’clock
I’ll behave like a wild Hog
I’ll get into a fight, I’ll ride on a broom,
I’ll grab every lassies ass in the room
I’ll dance the Jigg with little green elves
and I’ll tell the cops they should screw themselves
I’ll wake up face down in a plate of stew......
But Monday morning I’m just like new.
----------------- Chorus
I don’t know what will become of me
What will become of my family
What the future holds for my wife and son
I don’t know what will happen to everyone
I don’t know if God is really here
I’m afraid the pubs may run out of beer……..
Nothing is certain and therefore…..
EVERY FRIDAY I’M SHITFACED ON THE FLOOR !!!!!
Музыка: "бард будущего" Слепаков (русский какой-то)
Слова: Мартин Джиллфойл
(далее все с ирландским акцентом)
Well, lads and lassies, listen to this one. You can sing along if you know the words, you can cheer along or drink along...but don't you bloody interrupt my performance or me mates will tear your legs off !! Nothing quite as scary as a drunk Irishman.
This song is about discipline...about tradition, if you will.
This week, like every week, draws to a close. And you betta' be prepared lads! Cause FRIDAY'S COMING !!! And if you're not prepared for Friday, then God help ya. Cause we won't !! No Irishman will. Sing with me, lads!
Every Friday I’m shitfaced on the floor x4
But Every Monday I’m just like new x4
I’m a simple working Irish lad
Every night I’m drunk every day I’m mad
I work for 2 guys named Johnny and Hugh
And every Monday I’m just like new
And every Tuesday I’m just like new
And every Wednesday I’m just like new
On Thursday I’m fresh like never before,
But every Friday I’m shitfaced on the floor.
------------------- Chorus
I get paid sixty bucks a week
For 7 days this is pretty weak
If the money only lasts me for six
I borrow a tenner and it gets me fixed
But when life’s hard and really sucks
Then I drink less and I save 10 bucks
I could put them away for financial gain
But every Friday I’m shitfaced again.
------------------- Chorus
Friday Mornig I’m already glad,
that by evening time I’ll be Half dead.
That sometime around 7 o’clock
I’ll behave like a wild Hog
I’ll get into a fight, I’ll ride on a broom,
I’ll grab every lassies ass in the room
I’ll dance the Jigg with little green elves
and I’ll tell the cops they should screw themselves
I’ll wake up face down in a plate of stew......
But Monday morning I’m just like new.
----------------- Chorus
I don’t know what will become of me
What will become of my family
What the future holds for my wife and son
I don’t know what will happen to everyone
I don’t know if God is really here
I’m afraid the pubs may run out of beer……..
Nothing is certain and therefore…..
EVERY FRIDAY I’M SHITFACED ON THE FLOOR !!!!!