Nincompoop

Ye whimpering and whining have ye nothing else to do
 But rember wicked old times, and get drunk anew
 You're never short of money and still you always say
 Your family is starving, at the end of the day.
 Ye old a'sporting Jenny, my big toe, I say
 Have you ever thought of how she may have felt that wicked day
 When she drew your charges so you wouldn't shoot
 So you wouldn't have yourself killed
 You lousy nincompoop
 Knowing you and knowing how you would run into your death
 She just saved your life before you reached the end of your breath
 So just think more and drink less and see what you'd have done
 She saved your firkin life, so you might thank her ye bum.
 Ye never think but have a drink, then two or three or four
 And think that all the world's aginst you everyone's a bore
 I'm telling you I'm fed up with the likes of bloody you
 Get yourself together get a life
 You lousy nincompoop
 Ye whimpering and whining have ye nothing else to do
 But rember wicked old times, and get drunk anew
 Afraid to face your truth you just soak your brain in beer
 And see the world as crooked, cause enough to sneer.
 Get yourself together, this won't get you anywhere
 Thinking of the oul times won't sweeten your air
 I'm telling you the likes of you just get my spirits down
 You sorry gelded whinebox, you whimpering clown.
 Ye never think but have a drink, then two or three or four
 And think that all the world's against you everyone's a bore
 I'm telling you I'm fed up with the likes of bloody you
 Get yourself together get a life
 You lousy nincompoop