Mrs. Murphy gave a party just about a week ago.
Everything was plentiful, The Murphys, they're not slow.
They treated us like gentlemen, we tried to act the same,
If it weren't for what happened
Well, it was a doggone shame.

When Mrs. Murphy dished the chowder out, she fainted on the spot.
She found a pair of overalls at the bottom of the pot.
McGinty, he got roaring mad, his eyes were bulging out,
He jumped onto the piano and loudly he did shout

"Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?"
Nobody spoke, so he shouted all the louder,
"It's a rotten trick that's true, I can lick the drip that threw
The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder."

They dragged the pants from out the soup and laid them on the floor.
Each man swore upon his life, he'd ne'er seen them before.
They were plastered up with mortar and had patches on the knee,
They'd had their many ups and downs as we could plainly see.

And when Mrs. Murphy, she came to, she b'gan to cry and pout,
She'd put them in the wash that day and forgot to pull them out.
McGinty, he excused himself for what he said that night,
So we put music to the words and sang with all our might

"Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?"
Nobody spoke, so we shouted all the louder,
"It's a rotten trick that's true, and we'll lick the drip that threw
The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder."