An Ode to the Rope

We’ll drink a drink to 'Auld Lang Syne'
We’ll go to a place with a rope on the sign
There’s phonies and cronies, two timing show ponies
And a girl with a cheeky glint in her eye
This is our town this is our pub
These are the faces that we hate or love
And we all stand together
We all stand together
Step through doors and come see what you’ll find
There’s limited choices of beer and wine
Please feel at home a warm welcome awaits
As long as you’re white, English and straight
This is our town this is our pub
These are the faces that we hate or love
And we all stand together
We all stand together