The Irishman in all of us
by Steven Clotzman

It’s the 17th of March and I’m ready to go
Down to the place where the Guinness will flow
And getting there early, you know is a must
‘Cause there’s an Irishman in all of us

Now I’m not much for Tabasco sauce
The problem is my system can’t bear the cost
And the guy who invented it’s an unfortunate cuss
But there’s an Irishman in all of us

If you find yourself annoyed
And maybe think this song is laggin’
I guess you’re no Danny Boy
Or haven’t been inside a Paddy wagon

Well, the Scotsman told ‘em it was time to go
But you know the Englishman, he’s kind of slow
And the Queen won’t say it ‘cause they’ll be a fuss
But there’s an Irishman in all of us.


James Joyce had a notion of Homeric size
And when little Molly bloomed it gave the censors a rise
They called it a work of absolute pure lust.
But there’s an Irishman in all of us

The game was tied, it was third and long
I found myself humming the Notre Dame fight song
Even me, a Jew , I felt the thrust
Of that Irishman in all of us

If you think I’m not for real
And don’t believe the things I say
Just you ask Shaqueal O’Neal
What he’ll be doing on St. Paddy’s day

You know when Zimmerman needed a different name
He looked to a Welshman for his stature and fame
But the poets I'm thinking of don’t gather much dust
and there’s an Irishman in all of us.


They say the streets of Dublin are paved in stone
But I guess I made my point, so I’ll leave it alone
And if today there’s only name to trust . . .
It's probably something like Malone, Murphy or O’Seanessey. . .
or O’Clotzman
'Cause there's an Irishman in all of us
There's an Irishman in all of us
There's an Irishman in all of us


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