Some pals and me in a public house,
Was playing dominoes one night,
When all of a sudden in rushed the publican,
His face all bleary white,
"What's up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost?
Have you seen you Aunt Moriah?"
"Oh me Aunt Moriah be buggered says he,
The bleedin' pubs on fire!"
"On fire!" says Brown, "What a bit of luck!
What a bit of luck" says he.
"And down in the cellar if the fire ain't there,
We'll have a right old spree."
So we all went down, with good old Brown,
And beer we could not miss,
And we had not been five minutes there,
before we were quite pissed.
chorus:
Oh there was Brown - where? Upside down
Mopping up the whiskey on the floor
"Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried
As they came a-knocking at the door,
Oh don't let them in till it's all mopped up,
Somebody shouted "MacKintyre"
MACKINTYRE!!!!!
And we all got blind blue paralytic drunk
The night the Old Dun Cow caught fire
Now Tom ran over the port wine tub,
And gave it a few hard knocks,
He started taking off his pantaloons,
Likewise his shoes and socks,
"Now look" says Brown, "If you want to wash your feet,
Now lets get one thing clear,
You don't put your trotters in the port wine tub,
When we've got some Watney's beer.
Then all of a sudden there was such a bloody crash,
Half the bleedin' roof gave way,
We were soaked in the fireman's hose,
But still we were quite gay.
We got some sacks and some old tin tacks,
And we pinned ourselves inside,
And we all got drinking good old ale,
Till we were bleary eyed.