To my family with Irish roots: I celebrate you

May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings, slow to make enemies, quick to make friends, but rich or poor, quick or slow, may you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.

What are Friday nights made of?
What are Friday nights made of?
Drinks with ice and everything nice.
That's what Friday nights are made of.

What are Sunday nights made of?
What are Sunday nights made of?
Lots of dread for the Monday morning tread.
That's what Sunday nights are made of.