Teehan's - The Tossers

I used to wonder where my da was at night

When him and ma would start to fight

Out soaked in 95th street beer

It was the strap I had to fear

As he would prowl around the southside at night

I’m old enough now in these places to be seen

With every gobshite fuckin tinker and jackeen

To Christina’s place I’m drunk as hell

Or even the Ashford house as well

There was always one place that kept me in

Your always welcome at teehans

Any time of the year

You’re always welcome at teehans

And I wish you were here

While Shawn was outside pissing in the row

Regis was in the back counting her dough

And Sue and Eileen were there

Without a bother or a care

Linda had your last shot before you’d go

Now our resident philosopher is Noel

And soon enough it’s two and time for him to go

But we’re not done no fucking way

It’s back to the west side where I stay

And the four o’clock bars that never close

I’ve shook hands with city fathers and with cogs

And simple men that climbed in from the bogs

That said that music is a higher call

Than philosophy and art and all

The wisdom thats created by these dogs

Now when I left home the fire it was lit

To keep the faeries out my ma went into fits

And it was way down in Berlin

They cursed me for an Englishman

But to tell the truth I cannot give a shit