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