Little by little the bitter goes down
(I'm) counting the pints that go down my throat
Glasses that stack on each other in yearning
Inside my coat my wallet is shrinking.
Set the controls for the bar of the pub.
Over the street they’re watching the telly;
open the door, walk into The Grapevine.
One inch of beer is one inch of pissedness-
beer is the fuel that ripens our life.
Set the controls for the bar of the pub
the bar of the pub
the bar of the pub
Witness the man who raves at the bar
Making the shape of his question to no-one -
whether his head will hurt in the morning,
will he remember the lesson of drinking?
Set the controls for the bar of the pub
the bar of the pub
the bar of the pub