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!