Lemme tell you a little story about a man named Johnny Tarr He was a hard
drinking son of a preacher, always at the bar Lager from the tap or shots of
Paddy from the shelf He could open his throttle and throw backa bottl as
quickas the devil himself ... Johnny Tarr!
Word got around that Johnny
Tarr was no pretender, From Clare to here they'd lock up the beer when
Johnny went on a bender Down at Dickey Mack's, the Rising Sun, or at the
Swan If he was drinking at seven by ten to eleven well all the booze woulb
be gone! Johnny Tarr!
Chorus: Even if you say it yourself, you
wouldn't believe, And I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you I
wasn't there, I swear I have an alibi I heard it from a man who knows a fell
who says it's true!
It was nine in the morning on a cold rainy
night, Johnny rolled into the Castle Bar, looking to get tight He had
money in his pocket, he had whiskey in his eye, He said: Get up off your
asses and set up the glasses, I'm drinking this place dry!
Now all the
serious boozers, they were soon broken hearted When Johnny finished off six
and he was only getting started Guzzling down the pints, knockin' em back
like candy, He was lookin' alright to be drinkin' all night, then Nora
brought out the Brandy! Johnny Tarr!
Chorus
Johnny drank the
whole damn bottle, had another pint or two, When it made no impression he
started his session with Murphy's Millenium Brew He was waiting for a pint
when his face turned green Jesus, Johnny fell down after only
fifteen!
You could have heard a pin drop, then the crowd let out a
roar It took five cork women to lift Johnny off the floor! The doctor
looked him over and said you better call the hearse: but it's not what
you're thinkin' it wasn't the drinkin' this man died of thirst