Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh
Chorus
I’m a bottle, a bottle, a bottle a stout.
I’m hardly in your belly, till I want ta get out.
I’m a bottle, a bottle, a bottle a stout.
With me in your belly, you’ll be jumping about.
They put me in the pudding an’ the Christmas cake.
They put me into everything, that they do bake.
Yer granny used ta drink me years ago.
But she never ever thought that anybody did know.,
Chorus
I’m a bottle, a bottle, a bottle a stout.,
I’m hardly in your belly, till I want ta get out.
I’m a bottle, a bottle, a bottle a stout.
With me in your belly, you’ll be jumping about.
If ye drink a bottle a stout each day.
They say that’s how ye’ll keep the doctor away.
Lies or truth its a good excuse.
For to get an auld bottle and let your hair hang loose.
They drink me at the weddings an’ the funerals too.
They always drink me if they have an auld do.
After working hard the whole week long.
An’ auld bottle of stout, sure it’ll do no wrong.
Chorus
I’m a bottle, a bottle, a bottle a stout.
I’m hardly in your belly, till I want ta get out.
I’m a bottle, a bottle, a bottle a stout.
With me in your belly, you’ll be jumping about.
I know your mammy gives ye good advise.
She says that porter it is an awful price.
Peeing your money up against the wall.
Ah that’s no value for your money at all.
Chorus
I’m a bottle,a bottle, a bottle a stout.
I’m hardly in your belly, till I want ta get out.
I’m a bottle, a bottle, a bottle a stout.
With me in your belly, you’ll be jumping about.
Chorus
I’m a bottle, a bottle, a bottle a stout.
I’m hardly in your belly, till I want ta get out.
I’m a bottle, a bottle, a bottle a stout.
With me in your belly, you’ll be jumping about.
With me in your belly, you’ll be starting ta shout.
With me in your belly………… you could get a clout….