Satan is coming, global
warming is here, a heat
wave in Ireland, there is
nothing to fear.

Soon we'll have grapes,
no more Guinness but wine,
The French will be furious,
no doubt they will whine.

Our umbrellas recycled, no
more rain but sunshine,
Parasols for the Paddy's,
by Al Fresco, we'll dine.

To hell with our God,
never did us no good,
the Pope came to see us,
no one kneeled, they all stood.

Make friends with the Devil,
he's a much better craic,
all the ****** went to Heaven,
but they left, and came back.

Lucifer is a woman,
she's as hot as an ember,
anyone who ****** her,
will always remember.

Forget about Jesus,
what a looser he was,
with a thief either side of him,
don't know, why just because.

666 is the number,
say it aloud,
it will not take long,
and you'll be in a crowd.