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No lad has been truer, no man has been as kind,
For no other man would I risk it all and leave my life behind.
There’s something in his smile, something in his voice.
There’s something ‘bout the way he asks to hang with just the boys.
So I rejoice,
He’s my best friend.
He’s my pal.
He’s my home boy,
My rotten soldier
He’s my sweet cheese,
My good time boy.
Oh Seanie. Oh Seanie.
No chum has been as charming, no fellow as sincere,
No damoiselle nearly as swell as my Seanie dear.
There’s just something bout his positure and the way he wears his cap,
That fills me up with a love and lust for my good ol’ chap,
And that’s a fact.
He’s my best friend.
He’s my pal.
He’s my home boy,
My rotten soldier
He’s my sweet cheese,
My good time boy
Oh Seanie. Oh Seanie.
And no brain scrambles,
No screaming purple henry’s,
Could ever stop me,
From loving you.
He’s my best friend.
He’s my pal.
He’s my home boy,
My rotten soldier
He’s my sweet cheese,
My good time boy.
He’s no man I could discard.
My sweet syrup pie, oh I’ve gone hard,
For my best friend.
He’s my pal.
He’s my home boy,
My rotten soldier
He’s my sweet cheese,
My good time boy.
Oh Seanie. Oh Seanie.