Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
A Beer With No Pub
Copyright: 2020
In Two thousand twenty
Few things were funny
St. Patrick was kicked to the curb
Complete sterilization
Replaced socialization
In every city and burb
No one supposed
Pubs and restaurants closed
Times have rarely been worse
You could hear people moan
âI must drink on my ownâ
When quelling a powerful thirstâ
âââ-
Chorus:
But there in the lonely quiet
In every saloon pub or bar
Slowing dying with time
Is fresh beer in the lines
Never reaching a 16ounce jar
âââââ-
No bartender tips
No foam on the lips
No conversation or cheer
Live music is canned
At least YouTubeâs not banned
And hoarders havenât targeted beer
My waistline is thinning
I donât feel like Iâm winning
Iâm missing the solid pub grub
My tears are not average
As I think of the beverage
A lonely Beer with no Pub
