Whitey

Whitey Whitey where the hell are you?
There's a bar full of poitin here waiting for you
All the boys here in Southie with Tullamore Dew
For the South Boston chieftain a right loyal crew
Have you gone back Ireland or London or Spain?
Are you sitting with Bin Laden on the coastline of Maine?
They tell us you're the last of a long line of men
And that we never will see the likes of you again
Well you've gone down in history but with us you couldn't stay
Like another son of Boston the bold JFK
Now we wait for your returning and wish you Gods speed
On the streets of South Boston we cherish your deeds
Whitey Whitey where the hell are you?
There's a bar full of poteen here waiting for you
All the boys here in Southie with Tullamore Dew
For the South Boston chieftain a right loyal crew
Now we're sure that your brother could pull a few strings
Maybe down in the senate or the bureau of sins
But we'll keep the fire burning and the flag flying high
For the South Boston chieftain we'll fight and we'll die
Now the day it's fast coming so let's clear the way
For "Welcome Home Whitey" you'll all hear them say
We know he has a plan for to come home and stay
2050 on St.Patricks Day
Whitey Whitey where the hell are you?
There's a bar full of poteen here waiting for you
All the boys here in Southie with Tullamore Dew
For the South Boston chieftain a right loyal crew
Whitey Whitey where the hell are you?
There's a bar full of poteen here waiting for you
All the boys here in Southie with Tullamore Dew
For the South Boston chieftain a right loyal crew