It brings back memories of me and my friends stumbling, blind-drunk, across the tailgate field -- on our way to Citywide for more beer, of course -- and shouting at the top of our lungs:
EVERYWHERE WE GO ...
PEOPLE WANNA KNOW ...
WHO WE ARE ...
SO WE TELL THEM ...
WE ARE THE IRISH ...
THE MIGHTY FIGHTING IRISH ...
NOTRE DAME ...
GONNA BUST THOSE TROJANS ...
(All to the horror of many of those we passed.)
Good times, my friends, good times ...