There's a drunk in the corner tapping his toes
Strumming protest songs and whining through his nose
Everybody else is having a laugh
In Mick Murphy's Dirty Bar

So sink another drink in Mick's Dirty Bar
It's 3am it's long since closing time
Crack open a bottle from across the choppy seas
The stock dates back to 1979

There's a bongo player whacked on drugs
No sense of rhythm just a constant thud
Coming up on a fisherman's friend
He's licking the door he's gone round the bend

So sink another drink in Mick's Dirty Bar
It's 4am it's long since closing time
Crack open a bottle from across the choppy seas
The stock dates back to 1979

Going down, down, down, deeper and down
To garageband punk rock sound
Going down, down, down, deeper and down
To this dirty bar in this dirty town

So sink another drink in Mick's Dirty Bar
It's 5am it's long since closing time
Crack open a bottle from across the choppy seas
The stock dates back to 1979
So open the fridge in Mick's Dirty Bar
I don't want a yoghurt, I don't want a ninety-nine
Just shake off the dust from that ancient duty-free
The consignment date is 1979

Disclaimer: The acoustic guitar and bongos mentioned in this song do not
belong to M. D. Murphy or any of his regular clientele.