Earl-eye in the mornin'!

In the mornings, when I'm feeding you your breakfast, we usually listen to music. We listen to music rather loudly. I like for it to feel like we're at a rock concert. An oatmeal-eating, bib-wearing, food-all-over-your-face rave of sorts. It's a wild time! We listen to everything from Johnny Cash to CCR to Jay-Z to Lady GaGa (your father approves). I dance around your high chair like a backup dancer (I'm delusional) and you laugh at me. Wait I mean with me. It's my favorite part of the day.

ESPECIALLY now that I've discovered the best song of all times. It's called "Drunken Sailor" by The Whiskey Bards. These guys:

Only they're real people. Real Irish men, joined together to pursue the bardic arts of times past! (I pulled that from their web site). They are Simon, Tonis, Cosimo, and Yonatan, and they.. are.. AWESOME.

"Drunken Sailor" is now your song, buddy. Here are the lyrics. Appropriate? No, probably not. But since when have I been an appropriate mother?

What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor earl-eye in the mornin'?
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises, earl-eye in the mornin'!
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor earl-eye in the mornin'!
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises, earl-eye in the mornin'!
Throw him in the back of the paddy wagon,
Throw him in the back of the paddy wagon,
Throw him in the back of the paddy wagon earl-eye in the mornin'!
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises, earl-eye in the mornin'!
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor earl-eye in the mornin'?
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises, earl-eye in the mornin'!
Throw him in a hole with the captain's daughter,
Throw him in a hole with the captain's daughter,
Throw him in a hole with the captain's daughter earl-eye in the mornin'!
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises, earl-eye in the mornin'!
Throw him in the lock-up 'till he's sober,
Throw him in the lock-up 'till he's sober,
Throw him in the lock-up 'till he's sober earl-eye in the mornin'!
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises,
Way-hey, and up she rises, earl-eye in the mornin'!
Hey!
(Piccolo solo)
Hey!
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor earl-eye in the mornin'?

Amazing, right?!  But sweetie, it's really not cool to shave someone's belly with a rusty razor.