A Prince in a Pauper's Grave
In a bar, Johnny drinks
Johnny drinks, Johnny Walker
tills he runs up a bill he can't pay
He's drinking to the memory
of a prince in a pauper's grave
And it's go, Johnny go,
where the bruises don't show
to the churchyard where the nervous
get wrecked
And turn off your wireless
for two minutes' silence
cough up and pay your respects
Then go to the park
where vicars and tarts
pray
for their tormented souls
by the American graffiti
from Elephant & Castle
in Ford Capri orange
and Volkswagon yellow
and go...
Johnny drinks, Johnny drinks
Johnny drinks, Johnny Walker
till he runs up a bill
that the Pope couldn't pay
he's drinking to the memory
of a prince in a pauper's grave
Johnny drinks, Johnny drinks
Johnny drinks, Johnny Walker
cuckolds his muscles
and smashes his bottle
of unholy water
and it's go, Johnny go, Johnny go, go
back to the churchyard
where day out and day in
the original sinners
are religiously praying
and where there was muck
there's a brass band that's playing
playing to the memory of a prince
in a pauper's grave
Set 'em up
Set 'em up
Set 'em up
Set 'em up
Set 'em up
Set 'em up
Johnny set 'em up
Johnny set 'em up
Set 'em up, John
Set 'em up, John
Set 'em up, John
Johnny set 'em up
Johnny set 'em up
now go