March 17, 2020

Drinkin’ Songs 5 (St. Patrick’s Day Edition) : Kiss Me, I’m Shitfaced by Dropkick Murphys

There is nothing like a good old Irish drinking song.  Being old school and this being St. Patrick’s Day I was tempted to pick one of The Pouges many great drinkin’ songs (and former Pouges’s front man Shane McGowen is arguably the punk poet laureate of drunken songs), but I decided we will save gems like Fairytale of New York for our Christmas edition. Given our current COVID 19 global funk, something a little more up tempo seemed in order.  The Dropkick Murphys 2003 (on the album Blackout) classic, Kiss Me, I’m Shitfaced fits the bill. The band is generously doing a livestreamed show– no audience show for free in response to the COVID 19 crisis.  Checkout the information here: http://www.dropkickmurphys.com/2020/03/14/streaming-up-from-boston-free-st-patricks-day-live-stream/ . Pop a Guinness Stout or pour a dram of Ireland’s finest whiskey and forget about the damn plague for a while. Slainte! 

To see the band perform the song check out this YouTube video or many of the other posted versions: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBa-5gZRHJ8

Here are the lyrics:

I play in a band, we’re the best in the land 
We’re big in both Chelsea and France 
I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar 
There’s a line of chicks waiting for their chance 
So come on now honey, I’ll make you feel pretty 
These other gals mean nothing to me 
Let’s finish these drinks and be gone for the night 
‘Cause I’m more than a handful, you’ll see 

So kiss me, I’m shitfaced
I’m soaked, I’m soiled and brown 
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round

I can bench-press a car, I’m an ex-football star 
With degrees from both Harvard and Yale
Girls just can’t keep up, I’m a real love machine 
I’ve had far better sex while in jail 
I’ve designed the Sears Tower, I make two grand an hour 
I cook the world’s best duck flambé 
I’ll take the pick of the litter, girls jockey for me 
I don’t need these lines to get laid 

So kiss me, I’m shitfaced
I’m soaked, I’m soiled and brown 
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round

I’m a man of the night, a real ladies’ delight 
See my figure was chiseled from stone 
One more for the gal, then I’ll escort her home 
Come last call, I’m never alone
I’ve a house on the hill with a red water bed 
That puts Hugh Hefner’s mansion to shame 
With girls by the pool and Italian sports cars 
I’m just here in this dump for the game

So kiss me, I’m shitfaced
I’m soaked, I’m soiled and brown 
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round

So kiss me, I’m shitfaced
I’m soaked, I’m soiled and brown 
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round

Ahh, fuck it
Who am I shitting? 

I’m a pitiful sight, and I ain’t all that bright 
I’m definitely not chiseled from stone 
I’m a cheat and a liar, no woman’s desire 
I’ll probably die cold and alone 

But just give me a chance, ’cause deep down inside 
I swear I got a big heart of gold 
I’m a monogamous man, no more one-night stands 
Come on, honey, let me take you home 

So kiss me, I’m shitfaced
I’m soaked, I’m soiled and brown 
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round

So kiss me, I’m shitfaced
I’m soaked, I’m soiled and brown 
In the trousers (It was tiny!)
And I only bought her one round

One road!

So kiss me, I’m shitfaced
I’m soaked, I’m soiled and brown 
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round

So kiss me, I’m shitfaced
I’m soaked, I’m soiled and brown 
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round

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