Mcgee Save a Pint Save a Pence

Mick, Mike and McGee Were at the pub together Just sitting at the bar Talking about work, and the weather When Mick looks down and sees a fly, floating on the froth of his beer Motions for The Bartender, saying "What in the hell we have here" The Bartender sees the fly Then looked Mick straight in the face I'll pour a fresh one my good friend And he did so, employing great hast It wasn't a moment till Mike, found the same Floating around in his brew He pulled out the fly, pressed the glass to his lips And drank it until it was through McGee saw the same when he gazes in his pint And quick, pulled the fly from his stout And shaking him by his wee little wings Demanding that he spit it out !