Tab's On The House ------------------------ Rent says Monday, the bar says beer Friday cheque in my fist, coast is clear Gonna spend it all like a happy fool Throw some dice and some eight-ball pool Shoot the works, going to seal the deal Spin and spin and spin the wheel Pour the rye, going to learn to reel Stomp my boots, going to wear down the heel Constable Murphy, Deputy Ray, and Judge Cole Pull up a chair, the deck is ice cold Cherry Lou keeps hitting sevens Pistol Pearl just threw eleven Feed the jukebox every dollar Then slide the change on down to the bartender Murphy's dealing, one, two, three And the house is going to fold for free Clink, clank, fill the tank Wave goodbye to the rent and the bank Whoop whoop, I'm grinning Kick the dance floor, it's perfect timing Last call! Last call! Wake up Sunday on the basement floor World War Three went off with a muffled roar Boom! The whole house is gone but the cellar's dry Light a smoke, crack a warm one, watch the ashen sky Shoot the works, gonna shoot what's left One last smoke and a cellar to rest Gonna pour the rye, gonna learn to reel Spin and spin and spin, we'll kneel Ding dong, bills are gone No clerk, no boss, no Monday dawn Smoke drifts up, I'm grinning Perfect timing! Tab's on the house! --- "Tab's On The House" Copyright © 2026 Rik n' Stolti. All rights reserved. [email protected]
