Bar Fools

They got high rise clubs, slingin\' high price custom

Spirits in a highball glass

And pretentious pubs, that their pretend their suds

Are better cause it’s micro-mash

And cigar, scotch only bars

And ones where you charge you drinks to your room card

But if need to find me, I’ll be in a dive seat

Cuz I’m a magnet to the magic of a hole in the wall

Where the neon flickers in cigarette smog

Where the dance floor and the dartboard

Have seen their share of falls

From first drink nights and last call fights

And rednecks pickled on Dickel Rye

Where the Yelp review and average dude is a 2.23

Where the barstools are full of bar fools like me

Us fools of a feather, yeah we flock together

We’re cut from the same ol’ cloth

The color of your collar, or the number of dollars

In your bank don’t matter at all

You’re my kind, if your drinking vibe

Is under christmas lights and cheap ceiling tiles

Pull up a seat, the first ones on me

If you’re a magnet to the magic of a hole in the wall

Where the neon flickers in the cigarette smog

Where the dance floor and the dartboard

Have seen their share of falls

From first drink nights and last call fights

Rednecks pickled on Dickel Rye

Where the Yelp review and average dude is a 2.23

Where the barstools are full of bar fools like me

Yeah I love them squeaky ripped swivel seats

Full of Friday folks like me

If you’re a magnet to the magic of a hole in the wall

Where the neon flickers in the cigarette smog

Where the dance floor and the dartboard

Have seen their share of falls

From first drink nights and last call fights

Rednecks pickled on Dickel Rye

Where the Yelp review and average dude is a 2.23

Where the barstools are full of bar fools like me