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Lyrics: Roger Coghill, (roger@bampibill.co.uk) 14 February 2015
THE PUB’S THE PLACE!
Intro:
The Germans drink in beer halls,
The French have Bar-cafes.
The Japs espouse their old tea-house
And drink in different ways.
But British people like to think
The pub’s the only place to drink.
Verse1:
Some pubs are sparse
And some are plush
Victorian glass,
Or floors of rush.
Come in lasses, come in lads,
Friendly girls and harassed dads
Come and sup a pint of ale
Sing out like a nightingale.
Chorus:
You can’t replace
This charming space.
Get on the case!
The pub’s the place!
Verse2:
Land’s End to Perth.
Throughout the earth,
For salty dog
And real cool cat
Aristocrat,
And Postman Pat,
Here’s where it’s at.
Be sure of that.
Chorus.
Verse3:
Sing and dance all evening, where
Earnest conversations flare.
Deepest secrets you can share
With the folks who really care
The world becomes a finer place,
And with affectionate embrace,
You’ll learn to face
The human race.
Chorus.
Verse4:
Genders and generations mix,
Old dogs can learn to do new tricks
New friendships grow
And faces glow.
Come young and old,
The weak, the bold,
The short, the tall,
You’re welcome all.
Chorus:
You can’t replace
This charming space.
Get on the case!
The pub’s the place!