I'll be down at the Stoup where the cool's hanging out
Downing four pints and a fifth without doubt
And I talk to the guys and I know that's unwise
I say my team is gonna win and I know I tell lies
It's where the winos roam but this place is my home
The bartenders drunk and the beer's half foam
But the game is ok and I hear what they say
With my pals at the table I'll stay all day