| Song | Irish Whiskey |
| Artist | Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
| Album | Soul Caddy |
| 作词 : Perry | |
| Caught in a revolving door, and my lungs are suffocating | |
| Working hard is my reward and my job is so frustrating | |
| I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family | |
| I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free | |
| But instead | |
| I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest | |
| I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - | |
| Dust us off a bottle of your best | |
| Irish whiskey and drink with me | |
| To departed friends, to departed friends | |
| In the middle of the night | |
| I wake up, my heart is pounding | |
| I expected more from life than a house and | |
| TV watching ' | |
| Cause I wimped out on myself, take it out on my friends and family ' | |
| Cause they don't appreciate | |
| I sacrificed my dreams | |
| But instead | |
| I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest | |
| I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - | |
| Dust us off a bottle of your best | |
| Irish whiskey and drink with me | |
| To departed friends, to departed friends... | |
| Departed! [Soul Caddy version: Friends don't need one ounce of style Friends lose teeth but not their smile Friends call just to say hello Friends hold on and don't let go] | |
| Hey there guys, | |
| I'm not the enemy | |
| It's just shared frustration that makes us fight | |
| It's a long way to [****in'] drive to not make any money | |
| Merry Christmas - at least we gotta try | |
| But instead | |
| I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest | |
| I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - | |
| Dust us off a bottle of your best | |
| Irish whiskey and drink with me | |
| To departed friends, to departed friends... |
| zuò cí : Perry | |
| Caught in a revolving door, and my lungs are suffocating | |
| Working hard is my reward and my job is so frustrating | |
| I' m a martyr to myself and a hero to my family | |
| I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free | |
| But instead | |
| I' ll hang in there and suffer with the rest | |
| I' m a drunk and a sentimental man, so | |
| Dust us off a bottle of your best | |
| Irish whiskey and drink with me | |
| To departed friends, to departed friends | |
| In the middle of the night | |
| I wake up, my heart is pounding | |
| I expected more from life than a house and | |
| TV watching ' | |
| Cause I wimped out on myself, take it out on my friends and family ' | |
| Cause they don' t appreciate | |
| I sacrificed my dreams | |
| But instead | |
| I' ll hang in there and suffer with the rest | |
| I' m a drunk and a sentimental man, so | |
| Dust us off a bottle of your best | |
| Irish whiskey and drink with me | |
| To departed friends, to departed friends... | |
| Departed! Soul Caddy version: Friends don' t need one ounce of style Friends lose teeth but not their smile Friends call just to say hello Friends hold on and don' t let go | |
| Hey there guys, | |
| I' m not the enemy | |
| It' s just shared frustration that makes us fight | |
| It' s a long way to in' drive to not make any money | |
| Merry Christmas at least we gotta try | |
| But instead | |
| I' ll hang in there and suffer with the rest | |
| I' m a drunk and a sentimental man, so | |
| Dust us off a bottle of your best | |
| Irish whiskey and drink with me | |
| To departed friends, to departed friends... |