Full of Courage
The Tydon Docks

One day last week, I think it was Saturday
I went to the pub down on Russell St
With no particular plan in my mind
Just to have a few beers and to pass the time

Inside the mood was gay and salubrious
I read the Form completely oblivious
to a pair eyes that were watching everything I did
from across the bar

He had a belly full of beer and was full of courage
A belly full of beer and full of courage
He had a belly full of beer and was full of courage
A belly full of beer and full of courage
Said he'd sort things out right here, right now

He necked his beer and started to come at me
With curses and some claims so accusatory
Seems he was of the opinion
I had done him wrong, with his lady fair

He had a belly full of beer and was full of courage
A belly full of beer and full of courage
He had a belly full of beer and was full of courage
A belly full of beer and full of courage
Said he'd sort things out right here, right now

spoken word bridge

So I kicked his arse and tap-danced on his balls
And as they dragged him off to the hospital
I winked and said "Why all this fuss?
About some slag that I shagged
on the West End bus?"

He had a belly full of beer and was full of courage
A belly full of beer and full of courage
He had a belly full of beer and was full of courage
A belly full of beer and full of courage
Said he'd sort things out right here, right now