Old Irish Pub

Every Saturday I show up with all my friends down in our bar
Where we're drinking many beers and sometimes whiskey out of the jar
We are talking about the old days, thinking time has passed so fast
Every memory we share is just a good one that will last

As we' re sitting on the barstools, someone starts to sing along
Another great old Irish folk song, about a man who is long gone
He was ten foot tall and not that small, a very big strong guy
But he smoked ten packs of cigarettes a day that's how he died

In this old Irish Pub we had the best time of our lives
While two lazy drunken bastards harm each other with a knife
This bar is full of memories
Some good, some bad, some unseemly
It's simply the place you used to be

So, it's Saturday again and we are ready to get drunk
An adolescent bunch of crazy yelling punks
We may drink a lot and sing along while having a great time

In this old Irish Pub
We are always feeling fine



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Weiß
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