The Fógues - Long Nights in Pokey Places Lyrics

The night is young, no song's been sung, it's Friday
We're itching for a tune or two to play
When the phone begins to ring
We know someone wants us to sing
We load the car and start to
Head along our way
The pub looks full, you're sure to pull inside there
Whether it's a birthday, wedding or funeral's hard to say
We ask the barman "What's the craic?
We out the front or up the back?"
He says "you know yourself
It's a cursed pokey place"
With your whack-fal-doll-dee-rah
Kildorrery to Qatar
Long nights in pokey places
Where The Fógues are
There's manic scenes, they're like sardines inside there
No room to swing a cat from end to end
We'll have to take in all the gear
A bit of help there'd be no fear
Lend us a hand and rest assured
You'll be our friend
We've found a spot, but it's so hot, we'll die there
We must reverse right in beside the fireplace
We'll have to swelter for the night
And our backsides will pay the price
It's going to be a long night
In a pokey place
With your whack-fal-doll-dee-rah
Kildorrery to Qatar
Long nights in pokey places
Where The Fógues are
Full steam ahead! Without bloodshed, they're jiving
Initial hesitation starts to fade
For ones that started out as shy
They soon believe they all can fly
Inebriation breaks the
Social barricade
We're full of beans, our faces beam, we're shining
With the ballad music running through our veins
We've sent the crowd into a trance
An overdose of song and dance
We'll throw some shapes
Although it's tight, there's always space
With your whack-fal-doll-dee-rah
Kildorrery to Qatar
Long nights in pokey places
Where The Fógues are
The girl who wants to sing intends to drive it
Unfortunately, she's misplaced the key
A polyphonic bag of cats
With modulations, sharps and flats
She got bogged down on verse 15 of 33
Her sister by contrast
Sounds just delightful
But then the Fogartys come up and steal the show
Repeated calls for one more tune
Amhrán na bhFiann will have to do
No other way out of a
Tight and pokey place
With your whack-fal-doll-dee-rah
Kildorrery to Qatar
Long nights in pokey places
Where The Fógues are
With your whack-fal-doll-dee-rah
No place to park the car
Long nights in pokey places
Where The Fógues are
With your whack-fal-doll-dee-rah
Long queues up to the bar
Long nights in pokey places
Where The Fógues are
With your whack-fal-doll-dee-rah
A source of plenty scea
Long nights in pokey places
Where The Fógues are
With your whack-fal-doll-dee-rah
I'd love a floury blaa
Long nights in pokey places
Where The Fógues are
With your whack-fal-doll-dee-rah
A banjo, box and two guitars
Long nights in pokey places
Where The Fógues are