The Rumjacks - “An Irish Pub Song“ Laughing Outlaw Records

Theres a county map to go on the wall, A hurling stick a shinty ball, The bric, the brac, the craic all, Lets call it an Irish pub, Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap, The Guinness pie that cabbage crap, The ideal wannabee Paddy trap, We’ll call it an Irish pub, Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book, The only ’craic’ you’ll get is a slap in the ear, Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I’ll up burst yer filthy mug, If you draw one more shamrock in me beer! We’ll raise the price o’ beer a dollar, We’ll make em wear a shirt collar, We’ll fly a bloody tri-colour, And call it an Irish pub, Jager bombs double shots, The underagers think its tops, We’ll spike the drinks pay the cops, We got us an Irish pub. The quick one in the filthy bog, The partin’ glass across the lug, O’ the lady-O, the dirty dog, We got us an Irish pub, It’s over to me and over to you,