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