Now I'm sure you've heard the sorry tale, of the day when Johnny fell, bet here's a side of the story, boys, you might not know so well
When the hullabaloo was over, that night at the Castle Bar myself and the Five Cork Women had to bury Johnny Tarr! so we rolled him out the door to the morgue at Bishopstown, we asked if they'd cremeate him, but the coroner wore a frown.
He sadly shook his head and said, "Your plan won't work so well, there's so much booze inside his veins he'll blow this place to hell!"
Chorus:
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud, Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that when you die, In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky! You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
We finally got him out the door and we propped him ag'in the wall, but we couldn't find a big enough hearse to carry him at all.
white
veins
treat
thunder
story
starts
sorry
slowly
sheet
sorrows
sadly
rumbles
rolled
raining
there
propped
please
stand
pigeon
street
frozen
women
johnny
lived
enough
forevermore
fallen
where
landed
carry
might
saint
hearse
corpse
shout
lager
booze
burial
heaven
night
asked
chorus
shook
castle
tears
failing
found
harbor
solid
myself
place
concrete
cloud
finally
roundabout
coroner
glass
heard
inside
covered
middle
hullabaloo
knows
frown
laughs
irish
lotus
drown
morgue
sunrise
named
drink
outside
never
baldy
passersby
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