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 all the 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 selfsame walls,
the 'citizen may find some courtesy'*.
from rose and crown' to 'cock 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 with anotherdrinkingsong
Well you can keep your 'long-hours culture' and lusting for adventure,
there's life aplenty down 'the tap 'n' spile'
forget your occupation down the salutation
this tragicomedy will make you smile
from quaint barstool philosophy to subtle innuendo
it's funny how the tribes all get along
curse abstinence and temperance; and celebrate insouciance
and join us in anotherdrinkingsong