From the recording First Flask


Ode To Jimmy Butters
Waterin’ holes and the local pub.
A place where the fellas can cop some suds.
They congerate, at times in droves.
That’s where the Blarney starts to flow.
Fellas !
Ya better think about where you’re gonna sit.
Might be an issue, could cause a fit.
Like I said or did I stutter,
That seat belongs to Jimmy Butters.
All the Liar Corner Lads are just killin’ time.
To the ones not forgotten, I’ll raise my pint.
All the Liar Corner Lads are just killin’ time.
Raise your pint and say, “Hey !”
“Jimmy Butters, we’re doin’ fine !”
A friend had some troubles the night before.
Seems little darlin’ walked out the door.
Ya better snatch that change from the old tin can.
Off to the Blarney Stone for Black and Tans.
Fellas !
It’s come full circle, it took awhile.
That local pub, from the house about a mile.
Familiar faces all down the line.
Liar Corner Lads just killin’ time