I sit in a wooden bar
Guiness is an adventure
A way of life sprinkles me over
That the excellent season has learnt

An old Irish fella is smiling
He too is flavour in force
His nose shines with splender
With a belly surely bought

The wooden floor is history
With air so thick in musk
Old women in England and ____
Talk rumours with 40 inch busts

The barman is Irish and staunch
His tatts were carved with fire
He disappears behind partitions
I'd never call him a lier

So alone in early dark surroundings
The old fella called me a tune
I could'nt understand a bloody word of it
My language       sank and         marooned

Then he slowed his voice and sang
A tune from way back home
Oh Danny Boy came out and I understood
We shared the vision of the roam

He asked if I was a doctor in practise
Was I here to cure myself and find
He didnt mean a practisioner of organs
He meant the one of minds

Oh listen my friend I'll tell you this once
The reason I ask the question
Is because you sit in the corner with an adventure or two
With a face thats free of tension

You may have said you're not a doctor
And you work with your hands and cranes
But if you dont start helping the tensed up faces
Our vision will rain insane

You're a doctor matey boy
You've taught alot before
Take from an old fat man
Before I go through the door

Stay with your soul and stay with your goal
The grass is green and frayed
All the money wont help
Because good doctors dont get paid.