Get off my ass you wee bitty fuck
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If I pull out the Claymore you're shit outta luck
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Who's that girl, that pretty young thing
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After I fuck her she'll get up and sing
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Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye
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Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye
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Down to the pub for a two shilling ale
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The bread on the counter is going stale
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If I don't get some fresh bread soon
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Gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon
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Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye
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Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye
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Ain't got no girl 'cuz I haven't the time
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Got too many other things on me mind
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Patty was nice she was pale and cute
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But I threw her away like an old piece of fruit
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Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye
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Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye
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Got ooze in my pores my feet are all wet
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Got mold in my ears but I ain't dead yet
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Got stones in me bladder got a crack in me head
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When Patty starts cryin' this is what I said
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Aye Aye Aye -- sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye
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Aye Aye Aye -- the Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye
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THE BLARNEY STONE
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