Coordinates: 55°04′16″N 6°30′29″W / 55.071°N 6.508°W / 55.071; -6.508
Ballymoney (from Irish: Baile Monaidh, meaning "homestead on the peatland" [ˈbˠalʲə ˈmˠʊnˠəi]) is a small town in County Antrim, Northern Ireland. It had a population of 9,021 people in the 2001 Census.[citation needed] It is currently served by Ballymoney Borough Council.
The town hosts the Ballymoney Drama Festival, the oldest drama festival in Ireland, which was founded in 1933.
Ballymoney has expanded in recent years and a lot of new houses have been built. This is primarily as a result of high house prices in the Coleraine/Portstewart/Portrush 'Triangle' areas shifting first-time buyers to the less expensive Ballymoney area. Ballymoney is located on the main road between Coleraine and Ballymena, with good road and rail connections to the main cities in Northern Ireland, Belfast and Derry.
The Ballymoney area has the highest life expectancy of any area in Northern Ireland, with the average male life expectancy at birth being 78.0 years and 82.6 years for females.
Me and my mates went out to the bar
Just to see who the drunken saps are
Pathetic little people to the left and right
We can't get blamed if they forget the night
After one round o' drinks I can pretty much tell
My mates are ready to raise some hell
They won't know what hit 'em when we run amok
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The hipster crowd thinks it's safe to duck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Look at those hicks from the pickup truck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The pretty girls saw us and out they snuck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Me and my mates were at a bar mitzvah
The open bar must have cost a little extra
In honor of entering his manhood
The big boy's guests were getting smashed up good
But before they could come out with the main entree
My mates decided to make 'em oy vey
We tried throwin' bagels and the bagels stuck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
We found some hummus and we launched that muck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Saying mazel tov doesn't bring good luck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
If the kid complains we'll give him eighteen bucks
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
We went to a shindig with the bourgeoisie
The place was stuffy but the drinks were free
They looked at us funny when we started to cuss
What makes those pricks think they're better than us
While they sip glasses of wine and champagne
Me and my mates are goin' half insane
Tell the host that the hors d'ouvres suck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The rich girls here could use a tummy tuck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The quartet bassist doesn't know how to pluck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Police don't take well to being struck
THEY SPRUNG 'EM ON US WHEN WE'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Getting low low low on High Street
Saying no no no to drugs
Getting back back back on my feet
Saying no no no to drugs
Going out for some milk at the grocery store
I thought that the trip could use something more
I took a plastic bag and put it on my head
But not before I popped my prescription meds
I knew I was missing just one little thing
Got my needle and my tourniquet and started to sing
Getting low low low on High Street
Saying no no no to drugs
Getting back back back on my feet
Saying no no no to drugs
I decided to try out a little speed date
They said it was okay that I got there late
I didn't really know what speed date meant
Apparently it wasn't huffing rubber cement
And I don't mean to sound like I suffer from greed
But the only thing that date was missing was speed
Getting low low low on High Street
Saying no no no to drugs
Getting back back back on my feet
Charity for mums
Married to my chums
I'll be alive till twenty-five
Then buried in the slums
Charity for mums
Married to my chums
I'll be alive till twenty-five
Then buried in the slums
Charity for mums
Charity for mums
Charity, charity
Charity for mums
Got no right to live
Brought my shank and shiv
I only sing of evil things
And talk in expletives
Got no right to live
Brought my shank and shiv
I only sing of evil things
And talk in expletives
Charity for mums
Charity for mums
Charity, charity
Charity for mums
I got her in the mud
I shot her with my bud
Now my gutter's filled with butter
And the butter's made of blood
I got her in the mud
I shot her with my bud
Now my gutter's filled with butter
And the butter's made of blood
Charity for mums
Charity for mums
Charity, charity
Charity for mums
Charity for mums
Married to my chums
I'll be alive till twenty-five
Then buried in the slums
Charity for mums
Married to my chums
I'll be alive till twenty-five
Then buried in the slums
Charity for mums
Charity for mums
Charity, charity