Please Don't Send Me Home

The Monday Club was swinging there was no school today
The bar had won 16 to one, twas an extra day to play
With the jukebox live a pumpin' the boys were here to stay
Blastin' out it's freedom songs in harmony, they swayed

But some clientelle can't drink so well, get loud with angry tone
The landlord pulls them to one side and tells them to go home
The weekends gone, they carry on, there is no time to lose
Another pint, another short, we're tanked up on the booze

They'll fight about the horses, they'll fight about the cards
Hold back the fists, although they're pissed, to make out that they're hard
They may drop a tear for Ireland, and sing their mothers song
You'll be sure of the craic, when you drink with the pack so
Please don't send me home

As daylight turned to evening, the craic was still in flow
Some could stand and some were down, but none of them would go
The runners took the bets and the barman poured the drink
The banter back and forth was fierce and none of them could think

When tomorrow comes there's no more fun, it's back to site they'll drift
The heads are down there'll have to graft to make up for the shift
As the week goes on, their thoughts will turn to another Monday club
When Friday comes the tools go down it's time to hit the pub