Double Dropping Yokes with Eamon de Valera

Lyrics

I been a good boy, I said my prayers I brushed my teeth and I went upstairs I asked "Lord God won't you bless my soul I want hole, foal, rock and roll When I grow up I wanna be The baddest motherfucker what you ever done seen" But Christ looked down, he said "My son, what you ask of me cannot be done The position you require, it has been filled By a bad motherfucker with a bag of pills A three-piece suit, snakeskin boots A rhinestone smile and an attitude He'll rob you poor, he'll fuck your buerre His name is written all across the toilet door He'll get the holy ghost, he'll spread it on toast It's fuckin' Eamon de Valera and he's double-dropping yokes We're double-dropping yokes, we're double-dropping yokes We're fuckin' double-dropping yokes with Eamon de Valera