by Bob Halligan Jr

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Lyrics

Mick sez, "Use your head & stick with us instead.

A man must stay with his own crowd.

From that side of town, they'll just clown you around.

They'll put yer poor head in the clouds.

They'll go their own way, they don't care what you say.

They'll leave you to fight your own fights."

And when he was through, I sez,

"Mick, here's to you and I thank ya,

'cause man, you're so right!



I'll stick with the Irish and the English

and the ones with nowhere to call home.

I'll stick with the wealthy, the unhealthy,

the hungry, the tired, the alone.

I'll stick with my own."



Mick sez, "So it's true, you're the dumbest magoo.

Yer the blindest of men with two eyes.

Do you think all your lowlifes and highlifes

and ?why-lifes' will care if ya live or ya die?"

Well Mick, I don't know,

but there's one thing for sho',

in this life there ain't no guarantees.

But from now until I've got no more free will

it seems like the best way with me

is stick with the Irish"



There's nothing to do but to live.

There's nothing to take but to give.

There's nothing that ever made hatred surrender

like sayin': "What's mine is his!!"

So, I'll



Stick with the Irish and the English

and the ones with nowhere to call home.

I'll stick with the wealthy, the unhealthy,

the hungry, the tired, the alone.

I'll stick with the lowly, and the holy,

and the hateful, whose hearts are like stone.

I'll stick with the pilgrims, and the children

in the places where hope is unknown.

I'll stick with my own.