St. Patricks Day. I go buy beer.

I am here drinking Beer and listening to AC/DC. :headbang:

It's a one man party baby.

But I live in a vacuum these days.

He reaches for his guitar and sings like a sick horse.

O, Danny (G)Boy, the pipes, the pipes are (C)calling
From (D7)glen to (G)glen and (Em)down the mountainside.
The summer's (G)gone and all the leaves are (C)falling
It's you, it's (G)you must (D7)go while I must (G)bide.

But (D7)come ye (G)back when (C)summer's in the (G)meadow
Or (D7)when the (Em)valley's (C)hushed and (D7)white with snow
I'll be (G)there in (C)sunshine or in (G)shadow
O, (G)Danny Boy, O, (Em)Danny Boy, I (D7)love you (G)so.

And when ye come and all the flowers are dying,
If I'm dead, and dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.

And I shall hear, 'though soft you tread above me
And my grave will warm and sweeter be
And if you bend and tell me that you love me
Then I will sleep in peace 'til you come to me.

of "Danny Boy"

"'Tis I'll be HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE!!!!!!! In sunshine, or in shaa-aaa-dow!"

It's relaxing, and you don't have to worry about getting into bar fights