To the pretty barmaid with the mole on her face
To the bus boy who gathers and serves with grace
To the butch lesbians with their short hair and vests
To the drunkard who's bored of his one interest
To a couple in love in a dim-lit booth
When they first kissed he broke her tooth
To the man on the stairs selling his whares
Get high for a night fall in love and don't fight
He's the king of pub rock, the punters won't let him stop
And the king of pub rock sings on, shouts into the void
To the pensioned off poet who cannot rhyme
To the chef at the back who can't master time
To the angry halfwit with muscles the size of a whale
When you look in his eyes your complexion turns pale
Tatoos on his arms that tell a sad tale
And the king of pub rock sings on and on, shouts into the void
