Never Enough - The Tossers

Well I consented to throw a ball

And out they all were turning

All the wise ones, one and all

All the men and women of learning

All of learning the lazy ways

Of rag men and their brothers

Slothful artistic fools

Who were tossed out by their mothers

And there is never enough beer

To put upon the table

There is never enough wine

To keep this party stable

There is never enough booze

To change this lonely weather

There is never enough beer

To keep anyone together

All south of Earl and Meath

Down by the liberties section

Where mad man cough and bawl

And suffer all class of infection

To entertain my dear old friends

Every whore and thief and tinker

Who are loyal to the end

For they’re loyal to a drink, sir

And there is never enough beer

To put upon the table

There is never enough wine

To keep this party stable

There’s just never enough booze

To keep the fires burning

There’s just never enough beer

To keep the torment from returning

I toss and turn through every night

Spent in agony and frustration

For I was born a wanderer

Oh a tireless occupation

From town to town I go

All dreaming of a homeland

That I will never see

For I never liked my first one

And there is never enough beer

To put upon the table

There is never enough wine

To keep this party stable