Sir John Falstaff

[Verse 1] Beer on his beard Grin like a hanging moon Boots on the bench Tankard keeping time Stories stacked high Higher than his debts “Bless my belly The world’s still mine” [Chorus] Raise it up for Sir John Falstaff Round of applause Round of drink Round again Coward in the morning King of every night we spend Here’s to lies that make us braver Truth that hits us in the gut Sing it loud for Sir John Falstaff Heart of gold and hands in the muck [Verse 2] Knows every back door Every cheap bed’s name Promises on credit Paid in practiced charm Swears he knew your father Swears he knew a queen Swears he’ll ride by sunrise Then falls asleep warm [Chorus] Raise it up for Sir John Falstaff Round of applause Round of drink Round again Coward in the battle Lion when the danger ends Here’s to jokes that mask the aching Jests that hide the cut Sing it loud for Sir John Falstaff Heart of gold and hands in the muck [Bridge] Is he sinner Is he saint? (or just tired?) Is he laughter Is he shame? (or desired?) If the crown forgets his name The benches won’t We remember what he was When the princes don’t [Chorus] So raise it up for Sir John Falstaff Round of applause Round of drink Round again Friend of all who die of hunger Friend of those who drink instead Here’s to love that never sharpens Words that wound Then hug Sing it loud for Sir John Falstaff Heavy steps and stubborn luck