Off we go with a loud hurrah dog and kid and stuff in the car buckling up and blasting some tunes singing along like a couple of loons. Taking a ride on a sunshine highway stopping off at finnegans wake we'll poke out our tongues at the world rushing by us and belly laugh wildly for belly laughs sake. We'll sing of tattoos and rowdy bar fights and rats lounging in vats of ale I'll silence myself as the bagpipes start blowing and smile as my little guy takes it away I'm not sure he quite understands what he's singing nor that he cares as he fist pumps the air I watch as he blushes at the lyrics with swears in then sings them quite loudly, as if I'm not there. This music you sent us, makes us feel alive and Kiss me I'm ******* is fun when your five not suitable listening for such tender ears but his grin is far wider than it's been in years. So God bless the Murphys and God bless you too for bringing such joy on our trip to the zoo.