On St. Patrick's day
I've gone and lost my way
Drunk on a Boston subway
With whiskey and wine
And friends of old time
Lost somewhere on the green line
The five of us stumbling
Oh how we're wondering
Where we put our beer
Once you've drunk too much whiskey
And your vision's getting misty
Trying not to puke on the floor
Chours:
When the band stops
And out come the cops
You know it's the end of good times
So we say we shall
Damn them to hell
And stumble on back to the green line
There were four of us inside
Ready for a good time
Sweet Jesus, where's number five?
I've gone and lost my way
Drunk on a Boston subway
With whiskey and wine
And friends of old time
Lost somewhere on the green line
The five of us stumbling
Oh how we're wondering
Where we put our beer
Once you've drunk too much whiskey
And your vision's getting misty
Trying not to puke on the floor
Chours:
When the band stops
And out come the cops
You know it's the end of good times
So we say we shall
Damn them to hell
And stumble on back to the green line
There were four of us inside
Ready for a good time
Sweet Jesus, where's number five?
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