I been a good boy, I said my prayers
I brushed my teeth and I went upstairs
I asked "Lord God won't you bless my soul
I want hole, foal, rock and roll
When I grow up I wanna be
The baddest motherfucker what you ever done seen"
But Christ looked down, he said
"My son, what you ask of me cannot be done
The position you require, it has been filled
By a bad motherfucker with a bag of pills
A three-piece suit, snakeskin boots
A rhinestone smile and an attitude
He'll rob you poor, he'll fuck your buerre
His name is written all across the toilet door
He'll get the holy ghost, he'll spread it on toast
It's fuckin' Eamon de Valera and he's double-dropping yokes

We're double-dropping yokes, we're double-dropping yokes
We're fuckin' double-dropping yokes with Eamon de Valera