[Verse 1] Well I walked in for a quiet pint around a quarter after two By three I knew the bartender and half the county too There was Murphy on the fiddle and a lad who swore he sang But he sounded like a foghorn in a washing bucket clang [Pre-Chorus] Now someone yelled “Another!” and the glasses hit the bar And I swear the room got smaller… or we wandered off too far [Chorus – BIG, REPEATABLE] 🍻 One more round! One more song! We’ll be right where we belong! Raise it high, don’t ask how— We’ll sort it out tomorrow now! 🍻 Sing it loud! Shout it proud! We’ll outlast the roaring crowd! If we fall, we’ll still be found— Face-first on one more round! [Verse 2] There was dancing on the tables, someone juggling a shoe A priest was arm-in-arm with a sailor passing through A woman kissed a stranger—might’ve been me, hard to say And someone rode a barstool like it carried him away [Pre-Chorus] Then the lights went spinning sideways and the floor began to cheer Or maybe that was just me whispering sweet nothings to my beer [Chorus – STRONGER, ADD HARMONY] 🍻 One more round! One more song! We’ll be right where we belong! Raise it high, don’t ask how— We’ll sort it out tomorrow now! 🍻 Sing it loud! Shout it proud! We’ll outlast the roaring crowd! If we fall, we’ll still be found— Face-first on one more round! [Bridge – CALL & RESPONSE] (Leader) Who broke the clock? (Crowd) Not me, not me! (Leader) Who climbed the dock?! (Crowd) Might be, might be! (Leader) Who kissed the guard? (Crowd) Bit too far! (Leader) Who took the car?! (Crowd) …We’ll blame the bar! [Breakdown – SLOW BUILD] Now the night’s gone blurry and the dawn’s peeking in But sure what’s a sunrise to the state that we’re in? With a laugh and a stumble and a half-sloshed grin— We’d do it all again… and again… and again… [FINAL CHORUS – BIGGEST, EXTENDED] 🍻 One more round! One more song! We’ll be right where we belong! Raise it high, don’t ask how— We’ll sort it out tomorrow now! 🍻 Sing it loud! Shout it proud! Let it echo through the crowd! If we fall, we’ll still be found— Legends of one more round! 🍻 One more round! One more round! (Till the lights come crashing down!) 🍻 One more round! One more round! (Till the last call shuts us down!) [Outro – Fading Crowd Chant] “One more round… one more round…” laughter, glasses clinking, distant fiddle fades
