Oh the churchbells are ringin' in the school yard,
and we all went out those days.
The bully said "Mick would you fancy [bad word] "
I said "Yes! Its time to play!"

Oh the nuns and the priests they grabbed their rosaries
as they pulled our bodies apart.
The bully said "Mick you lost the fight but you've gained my respect, you fight with so much heart!"

We're as stubborn as mules with our blood on fire
when we ain't at sunday mass,
we'll look ant man straight in his eyes and say
Kiss my Irish [bad word] #33; You'd better kiss my Irish [bad word] #33;

Oh the husbands and wives, they had a neighborhood pack
They called the Mackeys white trash behind our backs (White Trash!)
I was way too young to understand that
But if I did, I'd given it right back

Oh me dad, he'd be [bad word] on the lawn,
Yelling and screaming like he do
But sometimes my old man felt what he was feeling,
Sometimes Mr. Mackey spoke the [bad word] 

We're as stubborn as mules
With our blood on fire
When we ain't at Sunday mass
We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
Kiss my Irish [bad word] #33;
You better kiss my Irish [bad word] #33;

Oh me grandpa passed through Ellis Island,
From the greatest of the Motherlands
For he worked, provided for his family
He was a dedicated welding man.

And he knew right from wrong like day and night,
He could whip any fool in a bareknuckle fight
He talked of country like he preached of God,
One [bad word] of an Irish man!

We're as stubborn as mules
With our blood on fire
When we ain't at Sunday mass.
We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
Kiss my Irish [bad word] #33;
You better kiss my Irish [bad word] #33;

Oooohh, I'm of a distant relation to John Redman,
He was one of the greatest Irish Rebels of his day.
One [bad word] to another  [bad word] #33;), on down the line
And this is what my son will say:

We're as stubborn as mules
With our blood on fire
When we ain't at Sunday mass
We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
Kiss my Irish [bad word] #33;

We're as stubborn as mules
With our blood on fire
When we ain't at Sunday mass
We'll look any man straight in his eyes and say
Kiss my Irish [bad word] #33;
You better kiss my Irish [bad word] #33;