'02: Be True to Your Bar

Sitting in bars and cafés
Writing songs about songs
And plays within plays
But how rarely we dare
To write something that says
Anything about bars and cafés
Be true to your bar
And don’t let it down
Or else it may not always be around
Be true to your friends
And let your friends know
Without your bar you’d have no place to go
You can’t drink tea all day long
You’ll have two heart attacks
Before you write the third song
And how barely you’ll care
If the rhythm’s all wrong
Drinking Irish Breakfast all day long
Eight hours is all you can take
Of tea at St. Dymphna’s
Until your hands shake
Then repair to your lair
For booze and beefcake
Eight more hours, till you can’t stay awake
Be true to your bar
And don’t let it down
Or else it may not always be around
Be true to your friends
And let your friends know
Without your bar you’d have no place to go
Be true to your bar
(And don’t let it down)
Or else it may not always be around
Be true to your friends
(And let your friends know)
Without your bar you’d have no place to go
Be true to your bar