/int/ - International

I was born on a Dublin street where I was neighboring a jeet
And those loving Hindu butts, they pooped all over us
And every single night when me da' would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbours out with this chorus

Come out ye black and tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you scammed grandma down in Bangalore
Tell her how the old lady
Fell for the scam right away
From the green and poopy lanes of Killashandra

Come let us hear you tell
How you pooped on great Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are the Saars and jeers
That you loudly let us hear?
When your leaders of shitskins were executed

Come out ye black and tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how raped our daughters
Tell her how the IRA
Made you run like hell away
From the green and poopy lanes of Killashandra

Come tell us how you threw
Them ol' poops two by two
Like the Zulus they had TP and bowls and plumbing
How bravely you faced poo
With your shitty pajeet mug
And you frightened them damn natives to their marrow

Now the shit is coming fast
And I think shit days are here
When each English pajeet, he'll run before us
And if there'll be a need
Then our kids will say "Godspeed"
With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus