Lyrics
If I walk to Dublin
'Cause my feet, oh, god, are sore, but I show them
I've got a girl in my pocketbook
And some proverbs that's gonna take it, take it there
Books and killing, and something's happening
I'm property of my family
And Gideon tell me where to go
I'm gonna show, break down your father's altar and meal
Do a jig, do a jig, do a jig
Do a jig, 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 ten thousand 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 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 them laugh
'Cause he won't be coming back
'Cause he won't be coming back
Said he won't be coming back
The drinking test is p-p-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
'Cause my feet, oh, god, are sore, but I show them
I've got a girl in my pocketbook
And some proverbs that's gonna take it, take it there
Books and killing, and something's happening
I'm property of my family
And Gideon tell me where to go
I'm gonna show, break down your father's altar and meal
Do a jig, do a jig, do a jig
Do a jig, 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 ten thousand 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 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 them laugh
'Cause he won't be coming back
'Cause he won't be coming back
Said he won't be coming back
The drinking test is p-p-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