If I walk to Dublin
'Cause my feet
Oh God are sore
But I’ll show them
I’ve got a girl in my pocket book
And some proverbs
Gonna take it
Take it there

Bulls and curdeling
And something’s happening
I’m property of my family
Gideon tell me where to go
I’m gonna show
Break down your father’s alter and moo

Do a jig
Do a jig
Do a jig

If I walk to Dublin
I’m gonna pass that turquoise lady in her new
Nike flats and something’s flat
I said I need size 10,000 for my ass
Yes

Do a jig
Do a jig
Make ‘em laugh
Do a jig
Do a jig
Hey, make ‘em laugh
'Cause he won’t be coming back
Said, he won’t be coming back

If I make the golden hordes and The Lord needs men
He needs good men
The Lord he needs the U.S. Marines
I said I got 'em numbers in my sheep machine
I got me an electric sheep machine that

Do a jig
Do a jig
Do a jig
Let me plague myself with the west in his head
I said do a jig
Make ‘em laugh
Make ‘em laugh
Make ‘em laugh
Just make ‘em laugh
'Cause he won’t be coming back
'Cause he won’t be coming back
Said, he won’t be coming back
Got it

The drinking test is puzzling, puzzling
The drinking test is puzzling, Marcel
For those that laughed are described both as drinking as a dog
Drinking as a dog face they say was misplaced
We wonder whether the Lord chose a few good men
Whether the Lord chose the U.S. Marines.