V1. Well, Ol Johhny Accordian-Boy was playin in the band
& every night theyd get so wrecked that they could hardly stand
3 a.m. in Kentish Town, headin homeward was his quest
Drunk & disorderly, he resisted an arrest!
V2. So, Ol Johnny Accordian-boy was banged-up in the cell
& to the strains of Lanigans ball, you could hear the bowsie yell
The sergeant came & kicked the door, the law down he did lay:
Oi, Paddy, shut yer gob- its not St. Patricks Day!
CH. Well, EVERY DAYS St. PATRICKS DAY! -theres no needin an excuse
Every night works-out this way, its too easy cuttin loose!
EVERY DAYS St. PATRICKS DAY! -if you know what I mean
Theres no need to wear a shamrock, or paint your mickey green!
V3. In London every weekend, see the feckers dance & sing
From The Archway, Swan & Fiddler, to The Lark & Claddagh Ring
& New York to California, Prague to Amsterdams the same:
The hooleys the intention, the diaspora the name!
CH.> EVERY DAYS St. PATRICKS DAY! ,etc