Letra de Down At The Stoup

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.