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