Pete Sutherland 2003?
Written for Keith Murphy & Becky Tracy’s son, whose name was changed by Pete for the song to maintain his semi-anonymity.
Oh me name is Paddy Murphy and I’m but three years of age I’ll tell you folks I’m passin’ through me toilet training stage Me dad says, Dear, whene’er ye hear the call from down below Set sail for the nearest bathroom and sink the cheerio Chorus Sink the cheerio, me boys Sink the cheerio Set sail for the nearest bathroom and sink the cheerio Now the thing they call the cheerio, I’ve eaten ’em by the score But to toss one in the toilet it grieves me heart full sore But target practice bein’ me trade, me hunger I’ll lay low And train me guns upon it and sink the cheerio Well when first I went to pee, me boys, the place was quite a wreck And many’s the time me poor old Mam would have to swab the deck Indeed ’twas she did first decree the way that things should go And bade me stand upon me stool and sink the cheerio Now the sinkin’ of the cheerio is no an easy task A bit of oat designed to float, so stubbornly does it bask Like an arrow through a bullseye ye must direct your flow Takes much coordination to sink the cheerio Well when first unto the cereal aisle me folks and I did stray I stepped up to a grocery boy and to him I did say Avast, me gallant grocery boy, I’ll bet ye didn’t know Ye now behold the sailor bold that sank the cheerio! So come all me jolly playmates and listen unto me Be proud of your pea-shooters* as ever a lad should be For someday when we’re big boys, to some tavern we will go Fill up the bowl again, me boys, and sink the cheerio!