Hello and Welcome to The Dragonflies' Lair.
Why I Burnt Down Hennessey’s Pub Ta Save Me Life!
I woke up wid a head a’ thick as day old mud,
an breath ta knock the dairy man’s ‘orse over.
Me eyes, bloody red they was, like red meat ‘n clover,
hin fer some reason me knuckles is raw wid blood.
now, I was sure me jacket hadn’t smell so bad I put it on,
but by morning’s light ya notice the vomit, just there.
Hin me pants was a sight, the seat needed patch’n wid care,
or me bits might see ta light o day wit me passed out o da lawn.
Me money’s spent, the whiskey’s gone, like me mind,
hin I’va bang’n ‘ead like ha pounded dustbin lid.
Ta Landlord says pay up, or he’ll soon be of me rid,
hin I’v na reason to doubt a notice one day ta find.
I lost me motorcar somewhere ta weeks ago,
hin can’t remember where hin when I did.
Lost twenty quid ta get me sink unstuck a dat whiskey lid,
hin him tell’n me he was put off by ta smell ya know!
Me head aches most days now, except when hin a pub,
and then its na too clear then either, blurry, bleery from beer.
Ta barmaid hit me last night, scream’n I should be home I fear,
hin den I realized hit were me wife, now dats a scary rub!
I crawed ahome a hurt’n, and me clothes don’t fit so well,
hin deres five kinds of lipstick scattered here hin dere!
I tionk hit were a party, in some bottle littered lair,
life used ta be so easy, till the pub moved in, hin now its hell,