Lyrics Another Stupid Drinking Song - Gaelic Storm

Well there′s a pub down on the corner, it's packed on Friday night
The band is down in whiskey, they′re getting pretty tight
And they're tuning up the fiddle, you know it won't be long
Before you′re in the middle of an Irish drinking song

This stout is standing tall, it′s whiskey one and all
Now we're on the rant and it′s whiskey one and all

And there's an old man in the corner, he′s drinking Paddy straight
He's been here since the open, a quarter after eight
A couple of fiends from Skibbereen are only talking shite
A pack of cracks with hurley bats are spoiling for a fight

This stout is standing tall, it′s whiskey one and all
Now we're on the rant and it's whiskey one and all

The Frankly kid from Feakle, ah he′s drinking up the slops
And Martin′s in the cellar selling moonshine to the cops
Some Langerdow from Mumford is trying to sing along
Well you know you're in the middle of an Irish drinking song

Well we′d finished all the bourbon, so we started on the rye
And some old bent with a leery squint, she's giving me the eye
She looks a little ragged but it′s nearly closing time
Three more pints and two more shots, I swear she'll look just fine

This stout is standing tall, it′s whiskey one and all
Now we're on the rant and it's whiskey one and all

Now we′re pounding pints of Smithwicks, singing "Whiskey in the Jar"
I′m feeling paralytic, and it's Bob and Lottsie Par
Well I′m trying to tell the garter that we did nothing wrong
Our lives are just the lyrics of an Irish drinking song

This stout is standing tall, it's whiskey one and all
Now we′re on the rant and-
This stout is standing tall, it's whiskey one and all
Now we′re on the rant and it's whiskey one and all