Gaelic Storm Never Drink 'em Dry
Now I'm sure you've heard the sorry tale, of the day
when Johnny fell, bet here's a side of the story, boys,
you might not know so well
When the hullabaloo was over, that night at the Castle
Bar myself and the Five Cork Women had to bury Johnny
Tarr! so we rolled him out the door to the morgue at
Bishopstown, we asked if they'd cremeate him, but the
coroner wore a frown.
He sadly shook his head and said, "Your plan won't work
so well, there's so much booze inside his veins he'll
blow this place to hell!"
Chorus:
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud,
Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that
when you die, In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
We finally got him out the door and we propped him
ag'in the wall, but we couldn't find a big enough
hearse to carry him at all.
We rolled him to Cobh Harbor, for a burial at sea, we
found the Irish Navy, they had all gone home for tea.
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud,
Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that
when you die, In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
So once more we slowly rolled him, to the pub where he
lived and died, we went in to drown our sorrows, and we
left the corpse outside.
When we stumbed out at sunrise, he was white as any
sheet, there was Johnny frozen solid in the middle of
the street.
So we covered him in concrete, and forevermore he'll
stand a pigeon on his baldy head and a pint glass in
his hand.
The passersby all give a shout to the Saint of Lager
Lotus,
"Please treat him as a Roundabout!" Yer man named
Johnny Tarr!
"Please treat him as a Roundabout!" Yer man named
Johnny Tarr!
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud,
Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that
when you die, In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
