If Grandpa Joe hadn't been a successful bootlegger, the whole damn family would just be Southie white trash, "known to the police", wife beaters, drug abusers, car thieves, petty criminals. What would have become of Patches if he had been born to a janitor in Southie?
To the tune of Patches by Clarence Carter (is prob on youtube)--parody lyrics mine
My father was a drunk old man
I could see him with the Chivas in his hand
He put a blonde in the pond
Didn't think he did anything wrong
Never spent any time in jail
Got re-elected without fail
Oh life's not easy for a Kennedy
The pills and the booze and the broads you see
One day Daddy took me to his dyin' bed
Poured himself a Chivas and in tears he said
He said, Patches I'm depending on you son
To pull the family through
My son it's all left up to you