When Irish Eyes Are Burning

I belong to the staggering evening
 I belong to the sweltering nights
 I belong to the girl that's leaving
 But all she wants to do is fight tonight
 Twist into my Irish eyes
 I get beatings with the loudest cries (not sure)
 When you ever gonna realize
 All we're gonna do is fight tonight
 It doesn't matter if you're seventeen
 It doesn't matter if you're twenty-one
 It doesn't matter if you're thirty-three
 Forgive me baby, Jesus what I done
 I went to see the Violent Femmes
 With my friend John and his girlfriend
 But right before the show began
 He mixed it up with a girl named Tank
 Now I believe Tank was lesbian
 Somebody cracks, Mama let's be friends
 She's Irish too, and musical
 Almost giant, and beautiful
 She threw the first punch, it was the last
 Knocked John out cold flat on his back
 Well, I'm a geek, (< I doubt this is correct) she's like six foot ten
 Got on his shoulders and I watched the Femmes
 When Irish eyes are burnin' bright
 Drink your women run for your life
 A deadly shot can ruin the night
 When Irish eyes are burnin'
 Some time ago I went to a show
 With a Serbian girl that I still know
 It was Friday night and as the show let out
 I was rolling all over around on the ground
 Under the lights of the marquee
 At the Liberty Theater I was skinnin' my knees
 I was breakin' my nose on the fist of a Croat
 Smashin' my balls on the boot of one too
 Losing' my teeth but I didn't really know it
 I was bleedin' on someone and dreamin' of you
 Just as the tide was beginning to turn I saw the face of Kevin Moriarty
 Matt and Dragonbreath (< I doubt this is correct) and Eugene Graham
 Brian Quinn and Brendan O'Shea
 Chuck Sweeney and John F Quigley
 Were clean and sober but goddamn mean
 Christopher Farley and James Ford Murphy
 Makin' me laugh when I look for my teeth
 When Irish eyes are burnin' bright
 Drink your women run for your life
 A deadly shot can rule the night
 When Irish eyes are burnin'
 It doesn't matter if you're seventeen
 It doesn't matter if you're twenty-one
 It doesn't matter if you're thirty-three
 Forgive me baby, Jesus what I done
 Forgive me baby, Jesus what I done
 I belong to the staggering evening
 I belong to the sweltering nights
 I belong to the girl that's leaving
 But all we're gonna do is fight tonight
 Twist into my Irish eyes
 I get beatings with the loudest cries
 When you ever gonna realize
 We belong to the sweltering nights