Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin' Street
A gentleman Irish mighty -eyed
He had a tongue both rich and sweet
A rise in the world he cared to hide
But Tim had a sort of Teflon way
With the love of the liquor he was born
He'd send him on his way each day,
he'd drive with a craver every morn
he'd dance for your pardon,
round the floor he'd try to shake
Wasn't that the truth, I told you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
One morning Jim was rather full,
his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell off the ladder and he broke his skull,
sent him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of Guinness at his head
while you dance for your partner
Round the floor you try to shake
Wasn't it the truth, I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's
But his friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tea and cake
It pipes tobacco and brandy punch,
Whittle Malone began to cry
Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see?
Would you hold your guard,
will you dance for your part?
Round the floor, you try to shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun if Penny gets weak
But Mary O 'Connor took up the job
Bitter says she a wrong, I'm sure
Well, Betty gave her a belt and a gown
Left her sprawling on the floor
Woman to woman and man to man
She laid in all this outrage
And her routine erection soon began
But Tim Maloney raised his head
A bottle of whiskey flew at him
He ducked and landed on the bed
And the whiskey scattered
Bedazzled, equivised, see how we ride
Tim Finnegan rising in the bed
Seeing Whitty and Whiskey
Whack with a joey and ask for your part
Round the floor you try to shake
Wasn't it the truth, I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Whack with a joey and ask for your part
Round the floor you try to shake
Wasn't it the truth, I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake