The Legend of Paddy Losty

Lyrics

On the emerald isle, in the heart of Dublin town,
Lived Paddy Losty, known for pints he’d down.
Thirty in a day? Ah, I can do you more,
Forty-five in two hours, then I’m back for more.

Wouldn’t be fond of drinking, with a grin so wide,
But when he hits the pub, it’s an epic ride.
He’d have a packet of crips and a packet of nuts,
And get up next morning, with no ifs or buts.

Of all the pintmen, only one can be king,
If you have a keg to empty, give Paddy a ring
Oh, Paddy Losty, reaper of the pint,
With a twinkle in his eye, he'd laugh all night.
From dawn 'til dusk, his legend will sing,
Paddy’s the pintman, the barroom king.


Maureen would have the fry on, to start the day anew,
Then he’d be back at it, with pints he’d pursue.
He'd take the shirt off any man’s back,
With a packet of crips for a mid day snack

At Hyne’s pub, a legend in his time,
Draining kegs, two at a time
Business dipped when his chair went cold,
For Paddy Losty’s pints were more than gold.

Of all the pintmen, only one can be king,
If you have a keg to empty, give Paddy a ring
He’d have some crips and some peanuts too,
Then back tomorrow to start round two,


So here’s to Paddy Losty, the legend we admire,
The pint-drinking champion who’d never retire.
With a hearty laugh and a pint held high,
Paddy Losty’s tale will never die.