Pat’s Pub

Back booth Same stool Same face Old wood
Cold beer Warm graces smiles on all our faces
Yeah this little bar’s my home base
No subs Just that low hum and good tunes ya Pat knows how. Smoke in my lungs Green rolled puff puff toke nailed to the wall mirrors 360 degrees of fun If you know then you know that fats pats Irish pub yeah no more to say ya ohh that’s all
[Chorus] This one’s for my man Pat, chillest bartender bar-owner bar roller gotta tip the hat ya knower. The pinball high score shots roar… got the whole place goin when they walk in the door. where you can find SFLG runnin the night looming the billiard tables(aight) taking pats whole game on one hell of a flight(yeahh) 
Raise ’em up tink tink counter tappin them glass while they all pray they might see me shakin my ass… ..smoke a cig crack que on rig, Good vibes all round got me on that irish jig, so come on down to fatheads where the drinks and the fun pop off every night don’t pull that shit here or we’ll be ready fight. Ya dig… Make these walls go shake(heyyy) make us all go (Boom boom) hey… yeah We light up the room
[Verse 2]
Neon clover green sign lit up oh over the door
Boot prints in a Guinness pour best record for sure, river dancin lined up galore get that bar tappin some chill glass slappin some more
Same tall tales all new sales 
Pat’ll spin you round and round hear this hot new sound nightingale so now we all hail at that fatheads Irish pub ride that rail yeahhh
[Chorus]This one’s for my man Pat, chillest bartender bar-owner bar roller gotta tip the hat ya knower. The pinball high score shots roar… got the whole place goin when they walk in the door. where you can find SFLG runnin the night looming the billiard tables(aight) taking pats whole game on one hell of a flight(yeahh) 
Raise ’em up tink tink counter tappin them glass while they all pray they might see me shakin my ass… smoke a cig crack que on rig, Good vibes all round got me in that irish jig, so come on down to fatheads where the drinks and the fun pop off every night don’t pull that shit here or we’ll be ready fight. Ya dig… Make these walls go shake(heyyy) make us all go (Boom boom) hey… yeah We light up the room
[Bridge]From first song to last call
We’re a choir against the fall (oh yeah)
He built the space…Yeah oh 
We bring the sound…
Together we shake bar till we deep under ground[Chorus] This one’s for my man Pat, chillest bartender bar-owner bar roller gotta tip the hat ya knower. The pinball high score shots roar… got the whole place goin when they walk in the door. where you can find SFLG runnin the night looming the billiard tables(aight) taking pats whole game on one hell of a flight(yeahh) 
Raise ’em up tink tink counter tappin them glass while they all pray they might see me shakin my ass… smoke a cig crack que on rig, Good vibes all round got me in that irish jig, so come on down to fatheads SFLG’s sanctuary ya dig

female, core music elementals “Irish” mid high tempo smooth transition, Irish fiddle dance rhythm Celtic melody