His name was Jimmy Stewart he was drinkin man
Some called him bastard his father was a black and tan
He
never had much money for food or for rent
Cos when it came to Monday he'd have his money spent
When times
were tough on Tue he'd often sing a song
I'll be good for it on dole day you know it wont be long
CHORUS
:Hi Hi Ho its off to the pub he goes
to drink ten pints of porter for he is a thirsty man
Sometimes you'd
see him wed his mind full of woe
Then he could be dangerous to family friend or foe
He could lose his temper
Thursday take off his vest
Throw his fists around the room and leave a bloody mess
CHORUS :Hi Hi Ho its off to
the pub he goes
to drink ten pints of porter for he is a thirsty man
You'd see him smiling Fri handing in five
pound
and the bar room boys that drank with him said that he was dead sound
He back four horses Saturday
and more often he would lose
He'd be hiding out down the back drinking away his blues
CHORUS :Hi Hi Ho its
off to the pub he goes
to drink ten pints of porter for he is a thirsty man
All his worldly troubles kept
him closer to the ground
He'd disappear on Sunday before it was his round
That's the life of a drinker they
always have a plan
We'll sing a song for Jimmy the ballad of a drinkin' man
