This Was Another Exasperatin' Day

The day was March the Seventeenth

In Nineteen Hundred Eighty-Three

A bunch of us wild Irishmen

Decided to go on a spree

We drank a lot of Irish whiskey

And got as drunk as Murphy's pup

We then drank lots of Irish coffee

As we tried to sober up

On the next day, March the Eighteenth

Nineteen Hundred Eighty-Three

A bunch of us wild Irishmen

Were as sick as we could be

This wild Irishman is so sick

He can hardly see

He says he's never going to go

On another spree

D.B. Cox

 

Here We Go Again

We're going to turn our clocks ahead

Just like we did last year

They say we'll gain a lot of hours

To me it isn't clear

I've still lots of hours, unused

From Eighty-Seven and Eighty-Six

I don't really know what to do with them

I'm really in a fix

I've also got some hours I gained

in Eighty-Three and Eighty-Four

With all those hours I've got piled up

I don't need any more

If any of you folks down here

Need another hour or two

I'll gladly give you some of mine

That's the best thing I can do

I checked savings time in the country

and regular time in town

I find the hours are just the same

From sun up to sun down

D.B. Cox