I Am An Irish Wannabe - Craig J. Hansen

I am an Irish wannabe
The standing stones in front of me
I’ll drink my pints and pots of tea
I love cold rain and misery.

I want the music, I want the pubs
I want the accent, and late night clubs
I want a traditional history
Of song, cold rain, and misery.

When Vikings came and made their raids
They took a lot of Irish maids
It’s all in my family history
I must have a bit of Irish in me.

An Irish muse has a hold of me
I’m just like a Selkie
I change my shape and pedigree
To bring out all the Irish in me.

You know I have the best intent
When I steal an Irish lament
So put a pint in front of me
And drink a toast to misery.

Oh, I am an Irish wannabe
The standing stones in front of me
I drink my pints and pots of tea
And I yearn for my home across the sea.

I yearn for my home across the sea
I yearn for my home across the sea
I yearn for my home across the sea
Oh, I am an Irish wannabe.