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Now I'm sure you've heard the sorry tale of the day when Johnny fell but 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
We rolled him out the door to the morgue at Bishopstown we asked if they'd cremate 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"
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
His tears are falling 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.
We rolled him to Cobh Harbor for a burial at sea we found the Irish Navy they had all gone home for tea.
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
His tears are falling 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
So once more we slowly rolled him to the pub where he lived and died we went in to drown our sorrows and we left the corpse outside.
When we stumbled out at sunrise he was white as any sheet there was Johnny frozen solid in the middle of the street.
So we covered him in concrete and forevermore he'll stand a pigeon on his baldy head and a pint glass in his hand.
The passersby all give a shout to the Saint of Lager Lout
"Please treat him as a Roundabout" Yer man named Johnny Tarr
"Please treat him as a Roundabout" Yer man named Johnny Tarr
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
