They’re closing all the bars tonight! At eight O’clock they all must close. That’s not much time to tie one on, Thou, for some, t’will do I do suppose.
It hardly time enough for some to obtain sufficient anodyne. To insulate themselves from care As viruses spread and stocks flat line.
I’m guessing some fights might ensue As we all belly up to the bar. Then stagger out in blue twilight In a vain attempt to find our cars.
The plain girls I feel sorry for. There’s insufficient time, I fear. For their swains to have consumed enough To make their inner beauty clear.
By closing all the NYC bars on the eve of saont Patrick's day that vindicive scion of the mafia in Albany has cost honest barkeeps a fortune