Ye Olde Tavern

Work all week and I’m feeling
Like I’m locked in a cage
Saturday night, wound up tight
And we’re ready to rage
Only bar in town where
Everybody knows your name
Tiny’s gonna 86 you if you
Start acting lame
Squealing round the corner at 20th an P
Tonight we’re gonna buy some shots at the O. T
Only place to go after the show
Where everyone gets fucked up and out of control
Survived Irish car bombs
Just to walk in a Jameson kick
Big pimpin' line 'em up
So we can slam 'em down lickety split
Yes it’s true swilling beer until
We’re the talk of the town
2'o clock’s winding down
Thimi’s yelling «Get the fuck out!»
It opens at 6 if you don’t wanna drink alone
With Vance and Damon slinging booze
Then it sure feels like home!