Sheridan Rúitín - Irish Pub Song

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Billy Houlihan - Banjo/Vocals
Shannon Cokeley - Guitar/Vocals
Johnny Houlihan - Melodeon/Vocals
Tommy Ma - Bodhran/Vocals
Jimmy Houlihan - Mandolin
John Damiano - Drums
Michael Lombardi - Bass
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Filmed by Nick Culver + a lot of friends
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"Irish Pub Song" by Brian Flynn

When you're walkin' through a city street, you could be in Peru,
And you hear a distant calling and you know it's meant for you,
So you drop what you were doing and you join the merry mob,
And before you know just where you are, you're in an Irish pub.

They've got one in Honolulu, they've got one in Moscow, too,
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu,
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you'll always have a job,
Wherever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub.

Now that design is fairly simple and it usually works the same,
You'll have Razor Houghton scoring in the Ireland/England game,
And you know you're in an Irish pub the minute you're in the door,
For a couple of boys with bodhrans will be murdering Christy Moore.

Now the owner is Norwegian and the manager comes from Cork,
And the lad that's holding up the bar says 'Only Eejits Work,'
He was born and raised in Bolton but his mammy's from Kildare,
And he's gonna make his fortune soon and move to County Clare.

Now it's time for me to go, I have to catch me train,
So I'll leave ye sitting at the bar to face the wind and rain,
For I'll have that pint you owe me, if I'm not gone on the dry,
When we meet next week in Frankford in the fields of Athenry.