an agnostics song of being caught! (an Irish Drinking song)

Oh...just feck off,
feck off twenty two
the year I lost my heart
And my virginity to you!
I’d like to say it was worth it,
But it ended far too quick,
When your mother came into the room
And had a bloody fit!

Oh...Just feck off,
feck off twenty five,
For you left me for a hairdresser
Who then kicked me in the spine.
You threw my books about the flat,
And said the place was "shit!"
Which really pissed me off a lot,
Because I fecking paid for it!

Oh... just feck off,
feck off thirty one!
For your husband
caught us on the bike
As I was about to cum!
He asked what I was doing,
As you slyly slid away,
Leaving me to say
"Oh god now just feck off!"
As I sped quickly far away!

Oh just feck off,
feck off fourty two!
for now I have ten screaming kids,
And I don’t know what the feck do.
I wouldn’t mind the screaming,
Or the nappies full of shit!
But I’d just wish I had the op
Before my parents chose to split!

Oh just feck off,
feck off fifty five!
I have to be honest and say
That your garden is a crime!
I’m sick and tired of hearing
Your mewing to that tune,
And the privacy that you demand
As I fix your constipated loo!

well...my time here is almost over,
And I have now reached seventy two,
but Have I had enough now?
It’s now time to say adieu?
I see God upon the right hand,
and the Devil upon the left,
I look at all the fun I’ve had
and all of the regrets.

OH Let's face it I am a sinner,
of the worst kind it is true.
But being burnt
or singing songs
is not what I want to do.
I've had my share of women,
of drink and drugs and booze,
But I have to say
That I want more,
So go on now,
Just feck off!
Feck off both of you!