- Oh, he doesn't smell like Irish Spring,
And he never taught me anything,
But still I slap my chest and sing -
Of My Drunken Irish Dad.
Oh, his face looks like a railroad map,
And he never shuts h
- It's usually good manners to hold the elevators for the others, except when they show up with a casket containing a dead man. From the looks of it, this particular scenario seems quite effective at sc