Barkeepers' Triumph

Lyrics

We're pouring our dreams, my mate and I We've gathered our means, aimed our sky high Me, Bob and Logee, with fortunes to spend In 'Idiots Finale,' where cheers never end In our own bar (our own space) We'll Saturday-toast, with the town in our grace

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