Have you ever stopped to think what squirrels do for fun?
Sure they crawl around and scurry, yeah they're always on the run
Have you ever stopped to think what squirrels do for fun?
Sure they crawl around and scurry, yeah they're always on the run
a squirrel sure likes a good time just like you and me
I'll prove it with a tale about a squirrel-infested brewery
It started with a little lad named vermin McCann
who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man
he rounded up his furry boys, though some wore a frown
they quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down.
[Chorus:]
One, two, one-two-three-four!
Come on all you good squirrels we'll send you to heaven
you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
a potion that turned the Guinness to gold!
Like mice behind a piper,
squirrels from all around, soon found the way to old Dublin Town.
They surely heard the news about this fancy squirrel-brew
they came, they saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few
The squirrels were in a tizzy
addicted to the bone, the hairy lugs were giddy
they were never going home
like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank
they drank, they sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank!
My nut
My nut, my nut
Don't you lie to me!
Tell me where did you hang last night?
In a tree, in a tree
Where the sun will never be
I'm going to hang with my nut 
