Verse 1)
Oh Paddy O’Grill was a lad from Killarney,
Who moved to the States for the burgers and blarney,
He bought him a smoker, a grill, and a beer hat,
And lit up the backyard (and half of the cat).
(Chorus)
So raise up yer pint and give Paddy a cheer,
He’s grilling his socks and he’s burpin’ with beer!
He’s singin’ and flippin’ with barbecue pride,
And the fire department’s just pulled in outside!
(Verse 2)
He marinated chicken in whiskey and cola,
Then chased it all down with a gallon of Zima,
He cooked up a steak till it mooed its last breath,
Then dropped it straight into Aunt Sheila’s dress.
(Chorus)
So slap on some bacon and dance on the deck,
There’s ketchup on Granda and ribs on the cat!
The neighbors are hiding, the dog’s passed away,
But Paddy’s still grilling the Irishman’s way!
(Bridge – slow & dramatic)
Now the smoke it was rising like spirits of saints,
And Paddy declared, “I make grillin’ look quaint!”
Then he tripped on a bratwurst and fell with a clunk,
And woke up spooning a keg in the trunk.
(Final Chorus – rowdy & proud)
So hoist up yer bottle and kiss someone’s ear,
We’re barbecuin’ madness and drowning in beer!
To Paddy O’Grill, may yer coals always burn,
And yer eyebrows, God willing, someday might return!