Peter: But there is one thing, Mickey, Ты knocked up my Mom and never called her again.
Mickey: Yeah, so what?
Peter: So what!? So let's dance!
Oh, he doesn't smell like Irish Spring,
And he never taught me anything,
But still I slap my chest and sing...
Of My Drunken Irish Dad.
Oh, his face looks like a railroad map,
And he never shuts his freakin' trap...
Mickey: But all the ladies catch the clap
From your Drunken Irish Dad.
Peter: Ask a Hennessey, Tennessey, Morrison, Shaughnessy, Riordan, and Rooney...
They'll tell Ты the same
McNulty, Mulrooney, and Carter and Clooney
All feel the same mixture of...
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