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Black Oil On Tap
It was on a St. Patty's Day, down at McMurphy's The pub where the good old boys go to get trashed There was boasting and hugging and toasting and chugging And the Guinness, it flowed like black oil on tap
Just 'cross the river stood O'Reilly's tavern compared to McMurphy's 'twas a wee little shack and the men there dressed funny, but they still prayed on Sunday and their Guinness still flowed like black oil on tap
Beer, Beer, pour some more pints Don't think of tomorrow, just think of tonight The evening is young and we want to have fun And like oil, our Guinness shall never run dry
Around 8 o'clock, way down at McMurphy's As everyone sang 'long to 'Wild Irish Rose' The bartender pulled on the Guinness tap handle But the oil-black beverage was dry as a bone.
The bartender gasped and McMurphy near fainted And the men with their empties screamed, 'Say it ain't so!' like a good politician, McMurphy said quickly 'I think it was terrorists, let's all go to war!'
The men all decided it must be O'Reilly Who'd stolen all the beer from McMurphy the great So, with God on their side and proof in their minds They stormed old O'Reilly's on St. Patrick's day
They knocked over stools and broke the pool cues Set fire to tables; some men even died But O'Reilly they captured, that terrorist bastard Who'd never set foot in McMurphy's that night
Back to McMurphy's, the men were all chirping 'We sacked and we ruined the terrorist threat' For Liberty and Freedom, the men raised their beer and drank oil-black Guinness from O'Reilly's kegs
This ain't no story of victory & glory It's actually a tale of deception and crime This is the legend of what the good men'll Resort to when oil-black Guinness runs dry