Lyrics
Dave:
Hm, Alvin's barbershop.
Well, twenty three skidoo.
Alvin:
Yes sir, what can we do for you?
Dave:
Well, what can you do for me?
Alvin:
Shave?
Simon:
Shampoo?
Theodore:
Manicure?
Alvin:
Shoeshine?
Simon:
Massage?
Dave:
I think I'll take the whole works.
Alvin:
Yes sir, the whole works.
Theodore:
Coming up!
Alvin:
Step right this way!
Dave:
Uh, will ya throw in a little of that good ol' barbershop harmony, too?
Alvin:
Certainly, what would you like to hear?
Dave:
How about "My Wild Irish Rose?"
Alvin:
Are you Irish?
Dave:
Well, not exactly.
Alvin:
One moment, please (The Chipmunks' whispering)
My brothers and I have decided to sing for you, anyway.
Dave:
Fine, tell your brothers I appreciate it very much.
Alvin:
Perfectly alright!
The Chipmunks:
My wild Irish rose, the sweetest flower that grows (ooh)
You may search everywhere but none can compare (ooh)
With my wild Irish rose
Alvin:
Are you sure you're not Irish?
Dave:
Yes, quite sure.
The Chipmunks:
My wild Irish rose, the dearest flower that grows (ooh)
Someday for my sake, she may let me take (ooh)
The bloom from my wild Irish rose
Alvin:
How can you enjoy this song if you're not Irish?
Dave:
Do I have to be Irish to enjoy the song?
Alvin:
It certainly helps.
The Chipmunks:
My wild Irish rose, the sweetest flower that grows (ooh)
I love her, I do, that girl from Peru (ooh)
She's my wild Irish rose
Alvin:
You certainly look Irish.
Dave:
Well, I'm not Irish.
The Chipmunks:
My wild Irish rose, the dearest flower that grows (ooh)
Someday for my sake, she may bake a cake
Alvin:
Are you sure you're not Irish?
Dave:
Okay, alright, I'm Irish.
Alvin:
Funny, you don't look Irish.
The Chipmunks:
My Perudian, wild Irish Rose