Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street (Right in the middle of the street; He was homeless!)
Oh, A gentleman Irish mighty odd (Mighty odd indeed.)
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet (Couldn't understand a word of him)
And to rise in the world he carried a hod (Big Hod!) (Wrong song.)
Now Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way
With the love of the liqueur poor Tim was born (Ah he loved the liquor, he did.)
And to help him on with his way each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn'

[Chorus]
Wack for the dol now dance to yer partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth that I told ya:
Lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!

One mornin' Tim was rather full (So full his eyes were brown)
And his head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell off the ladder and broke his skull (He bounced)
And they carried him home his corpse to wake (What's a wake?) (It's when you're not sleepin'.)
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet (No Sheet!)
And laid him out upon the bed (Everybody on the bed!)
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head

[Chorus]
Wack for the dol now dance to yer partner
'Round the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth that I told ya:
Lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!
His friends assembled at the wake (Yeah, both of 'em)
And the widow Finnegan called for lunch (Lunch!!!)
First she brought in tay and cakes (And some brownies)
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry:
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see ("I'm glad 'e's dead." "Me too.")
"Tim, Mavourneen, why did ye die?"
"Shut yer gob!" said Paddy McGhee

[Chorus]
Wack for the dol now dance to yer partner
'Round the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth that I told ya:
Lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!

Then Maggie O’Connor took up the job ('Bout time she got a job.)
"Oh Biddy" says she, "you’re wrong I'm sure" (I'm sure, I talked just like that)
So Biddy fetched her a belt in the gob ([?])
And left her sprawling on the floor (Now that's a position we've all seen her in many times before under more favourable circumstance)
Civil war did then engage (About time he got engaged)
'Twas woman to woman and man to man (That's the way Tim liked it!)
Shelelaigh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began

[Chorus]
Wack for the dol now dance to yer partner
'Round the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth that I told ya:
Lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!
Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
As a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and landing on the bed
The whiskey scattered over Tim (Yeah, that's alcohol abuse where I come from)
Tim revived, bedad he arises
Finnegan risin' from the bed (It's a miracle!)
Sayin' WWhirl yer whiskey around like blazes;
Thunderin' Jesus, do ye think I'm dead?"

[Chorus]
Wack for the dol now dance to yer partner
'Round the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth that I told ya:
Lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!

Wack for the dol now dance to yer partner
'Round the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth that I told ya:
Lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!