Hooligans Dudes boisterous and loud, Party animals laughing it up, Parading thru the town streets Like a bunch of wild hooligans Downin’ the green beer and Guzzling loads of Irish nectar, What most would call whiskey. ‘Tis Patrick the saint’s own day. Do a jig, tease a fairy. What? Where did you get that from? That’s not the spirit of the day. Leave the fairies alone before They talk the wee people into Punchin’ ya in the gilhoolies or Wackin’ you in the noggin with Their leprechaun pots of gold. That’d make your eyes pop out. It’d be worse than a hangover.