Ya Cant Stay Here

It’s nine o’clock, tonights the pub, the fiddle and the banjo roar
Like any good night at any good pub, the laughs in the barrels pour,
It’s comin' on one, we’re still in flight, will I ever close at all,
And before I know, it’s nearly light, time for the last call…
Oh, ya can’t stay here, ya can’t stay here,
I’m outta whiskey and I got no beer,
One more shot, you’ll be on your heel…
Ya don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here,
And the very next morning on the street, the lads they can’t decide
If it’s a donter that they need but they’ll start with a good ole fry
And the night blows in, we’re back on track,
Oh how the chancers play, I see them hiding out the back,
Hoping I won’t say…
Hey, ya can’t stay here, ya can’t stay here,
I’m outta whiskey and I got no beer,
One more shot, you’ll be on your heel…
Ya don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here,
No, ya can’t stay here, ya can’t stay here,
I’m outta whiskey and I got no beer,
One more shot, you’ll be on your heel…
You don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here,
Ya can’t stay here, ya can’t stay here,
I’m outta whiskey and I got no beer,
One more shot, you’ll be on your heel…
Ya don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here,
One more shot, you’ll be on your heel…
Ya don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here,
No ya can’t stay here,
You don’t have to go home but ya can’t stay here!