My breath is on fire
Too much whisky for me
Tomorrow my head will be pounding
I'll have to squint if I want to see
I guess I'm asking myself
To go easy on me

But for now, pour another round
And the barkeep, he likes that sound
Money in his pocket
A long night's worth of five dollar tips
Will at least pay his light bill

And if you will
Please say a little Irish prayer
For my spirit, if you can get into it
Just sing it out loud
'Cause I can't hear too well
In this bar room's crowd