March's Gleeful Badge

Lyrics

Now gather 'round lads, let the stories be told Of shenanigans under banners green and gold When pint meets lip under shamrock's sway These masters five lead the St. Paddy's day In every tavern, their legends grow They're the kings of the crawl, with hearts aglow We'll tip our caps to gents named Matt and Alan We'll raise our glasses, Chevy, Jerry, Kurt Masters of the day when pubs are callin' In every bar, they're known for cheerful spurts [Chorus] Oh, we will crawl three hundred pubs And maybe crawl three hundred more Alan's in his suit, all sleek and grand A polyester prince, he'll take his stand Chevy's got a trick, stacked hats so tall It's the tiny one beneath, that's best of all Through the frothy tides of Guinness' stream Their laughter soars, in high-spirited dream Jerry's pockets full, with tricks up his sleeve Dollar bills, magic tricks, so hard to believe But watch that glass, as Matt stumbles through Ale on the floor, laughter anew [Verse 3] With every spill, their spirits won't fall They just order another, they're having a ball Alan jests, with a wicked, playful smile Quips that make Kurt's temper rise a mile A sloppy toss, Kurt's beer takes flight But a stranger's shirt is the victim tonight [Verse 4] Apologies fly, quicker than the ale Not a fist thrown, for they're hearty and hail As legends blaze, to 'Fan Tan' they stride Where glasses wait and doors open wide A milestone marked, for this cheerful band Who've crossed the city, pint in hand [Chorus] So let's toast the journey, a hundred cheers, through every door For 'Fan Tan’s' glory on St. Paddy's lore With the night winding down, they call their rides home Eyes twinklin' like streets where leprechauns roam They chuckle and sigh, say their goodbyes so dear Another St. Paddy's conquered, filled with cheer [Verse 5] In sobering silence, they glide through the night Each to their abode, 'neath the moon's gentle light As dawn breaks light, on March's famed morn Their hearts full of glee, since the day they were born For green is the hue that paints their soul's clay On the day of St. Patrick, they'll lead the way [Verse 5] They'll wear their clovers like a badge of true might 'Tis their favorite day, 'tis their most jubilant fight

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