The engines were empty
The barrels were full
My old grandad in Dublin
Still, though he was at school
As he stood up
He stood up to fall
Their hearts were in music
As the penny whistle played
Hearts spoke to the railroads
Men walked through to the streets
They should surely have stayed
Some men got lonely
some women the sack
Stoned drunk on a bar stool
They acted by playing a fool
They tried drinking another
But fell on their backs
Love fell in a bottle
An empty bottle at that
Whiskey and Rum kissed
Vodka and a Martini will do
The boys sat beside old lovers
With twins coming their way
Will they miss a marriage or two?
Stepped over some bodies
Stepped over some more
Wrote a new love song
And called out for you
Called it just one for the road
Another bar job to do
Turn this record over
Before it gets old.