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(Verse 1) The calendar was turnin’ and the winter fire was burnin’, The Whippers gathered ‘round the cask to bid the year adieu! From Ohio down to Dover, sure the holiday is over, But we’ve got a thirst specifically for the Black and Creamy brew! The bottle looks so fancy, and it makes the lads get dancy, It tastes of rich vanilla and a caramel delight, But listen to me brother, stick to one and then another, Or the Shanky’s Whip will take a strip off of your hide tonight!
(Chorus) So here’s a Happy New Year to the Whippers young and old! May your pockets be heavy with silver and with gold! But if you tip the Shanky’s back until your face is blue, The Ostrich and the Whipper-Snap will make a fool of you! Whack fol-lol de-rah!
(Verse 2) It goes down smooth as butter, leaves you lying in the gutter, It starts out tasting sweet enough to give to any child, But once the sugar hits ya, sure the devil comes to gets ya, And turns a gentle gentleman into something weird and wild! You’ll think you’re Michael Flatley, tapping toes upon the patio, You’ll try to do the Riverdance upon the kitchen table! You’ll k**k the chandelier, and spill your brother’s beer, And wake up thinking you’re a horse locked inside a stable!
(Chorus) So here’s a Happy New Year to the Whippers young and old! May your pockets be heavy with silver and with gold! But if you tip the Shanky’s back until your face is blue, The Ostrich and the Whipper-Snap will make a fool of you! Whack fol-lol de-rah!
(Verse 3) Now Malone drank the bottle and he lost his bloomin' waddle, He walked into the garden and he tried to f***t the fence! He argued with a shrubbery, his legs got awful rubbery, He gave a speech on politics that didn't make no sense! And Little Kenny took a sip, got the Shanky’s on his lip, he texted every girl he knew from nineteen-ninety-nine! he bought a goat on Amazon, with nothing but pajamas on, And swore the beast was family and invited him to dine!
(Bridge) (Music drops to just a drum b**t and clapping) Oh, the Ostrich is a consequence that comes to us with dread, It’s when you drink too much of it and cannot lift your head! You stick it in the pillows or you stick it in the sand, And swear you’ll never touch another drop in all the land!
(Verse 4) So raise a glass for health, and we’ll raise a glass for wealth, And prosperity to follow you in everything you do! Be careful with the pouring, or you’ll hit the floor a-snoring, And wake up in a different house without a single clue! We are the Whippers proud! And we shout it to the crowd! We love the phantom Irish man who rides the ostrich back! But sip it slow and steady, keep your wits about you ready, Or the Shanky's Whip will give your head a mighty Shanky-Smack!
(Final Chorus - Maximum Volume) So here’s a Happy New Year to the Whippers young and old! May