In a rundown little tavern back in old Galway Town
Where the boys and me would practice every day
Over in the square amongst his cronies there
Big Joe Delaney's mandolin held sway
Occasionally he'd drop in to buy another bottle
Until the day he joined in our strange song
Since then we've been together
One-night-stands and stormy weather
And after all the souped up cocktails
This is all that's left to say
Delaney's gone back on the wine
Too many years spent marching in time
Now he's like all the other bums
Sorry, but so glad to be alone
He didn't move out right away
Spent most of his evenings just tearing out his hair
While the kids just stared
And we moaned about who really cared
And when we were starry eyed
All our good friends lapping up our style
But now, the blitz has hit town
There's nobody around, there's nobody around
Delaney's gone back on the wine
Too many years spent marching in time
Now he's like all the other bums
Sorry, but so glad to be alone
And when we were starry eyed
And all our good friends were lapping up our style
But now, the blitz has hit town
There's nobody around, there's nobody around
Delaney's gone back on the wine
In a few years it won't seem like such a crime
So farewell lounge bar blues
I'm sorry but so glad to be alone