Where they sit around And get a round in while the getting's good They'll make the most until the money's gone They're coming out to celebrate, to sing and dance and to escape A crazy world where everything seems wrong Drinking to forget and to remember allthe glory days The days we stood apart and we stood strong Though the beer befuddles sense It can't provide them recompense They settle for anotherdrinkingsong Where the 'busy man finds recreation' the 'idle man finds business' The 'melancholy man finds sanctuary' The 'stranger may have welcome' and still within these self-same walls The 'citizen may find some courtesy' From 'rose and crown' to 'co*k and bull' all history is written there To folklore, myth and legend we belong Come Masons, Plumbers Carpenters, Come Cricketers and huntsmen All join in anotherdrinkingsong Well you can keep your 'long-hours culture' your lusting for adventure There's life aplenty down 'The tap 'n' Spile' Forget youroccupation down 'The Salutation' This tragi-comedy will make you smile From quaint barstoll philosophy to subtle innuendo It's funny how the tribes all get along Curse abstinence and temperance, come celebrate insouciance And join us in anotherdrinkingsong