The Ballad of Spud McGee

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Raise up your glasses for another adventure of the small potato.

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Lyrics:
Oh, gather ‘round lads, and I’ll tell ye a tale,
Of a spud with a thirst that could empty a pail,
A small little tater, with mischief to spare,
He drank like a sailor, without any care!

Ohhh, raise up yer glasses and give him a toast,
To Spud McGee, who drinks the most!
He sips from a boot and he falls on the floor,
And the waitress steps on him—yet he begs her for more!

Now down at Vanya’s, where good men do meet,
Our hero lay drunk at the lassie’s own feet,
A shot o’ pure vodka, he slurped with delight,
From the waitress’s boot—ah, what a grand sight!

Ohhh, raise up yer glasses and give him a toast,
To Spud McGee, who drinks the most!
He sips from a boot and he falls on the floor,
And the waitress steps on him—yet he begs her for more!

She danced ‘cross the tavern, a fire in her step,
And poor little Spud took a stomp on his head,
Yet up he would roll, with a grin ear to ear,
Crying, "Step on me twice, love, I’ll buy ye a beer!"

Ohhh, raise up yer glasses and give him a toast,
To Spud McGee, who drinks the most!
He sips from a boot and he falls on the floor,
And the waitress steps on him—yet he begs her for more!

Now some men may drink till they can’t find the door,
But Spud kept on rolling straight back for more,
Till one fateful night, with a stomp and a skid,
She mashed him to mash—but she wept when she did!

Ohhh, raise up yer glasses and give him a toast,
To Spud McGee, who drank the most!
He sipped from a boot ‘til he rolled no more,
Now he’s mashed in the heavens, where potatoes still pour!

So if ye should stumble while raising a pint,
Remember ol’ Spud and his glorious plight,
For he lived as he drank—like a fool, like a king,
And a potato so bold is a rare, precious thing!