That exact moment the last episode of It’s always sunny in Philadelphia made me spit my heavily rum-loaded grog on my keyboard.


Go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we’ll fight you for 800 more

If you stay British soldiers, if you stay
You’ll never ever beat the IRA
For the 14 men in Derry
Are the last that you will bury
So take a tip, and leave us bloody be


Super Trooper beams are gonna blind me
But I won’t feel blue
Like I always do
‘Cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you