Just don't sing it at Mass. I almost did, and I'm in the choir.
Gathered in the Bar - Author Unknown
Here in this place we all are a-drinking;
Here all our cares are washed away.
We will not face our fears or our thinking,
Bring on the beer and forget the day.
Gather us in, the lost and forsaken;
Gather us in, the blind and the drunk.
Call to us now and we shall not 'waken;
We have passed out on the floor like a skunk.
We are the young, we just started drinking;
We are the old, who drink all day long.
We like to get sloshed on gin, rum and whiskey;
Bring us the shots and join in our song.
Gather us in, the rich and the haughty;
Gather us in, the proud and the strong.
Give us a beer so cold and so frothy,
Give us a chance to screw up the song.
Here we will drink the wine and no water;
Here we will slam some shots in our mirth.
Here we'll sell off our sons and our daughters;
All for a glass of the dew of the earth.
Give us to drink the wine of Boone's Farm;
Give us to eat the pretzel's and chips.
Let us indulge and be not alarmed;
Let us pass out with our face in the dip.
Now in the dark of this bar so confining;
Not in some heaven, light years away, But
here in this place, the new dawn is shining;
Now is the time, now is the day.
Gather us in and hold us forever;
Gather us in and make us your own.
Gather us in, all peoples together;
Liquor we love you, bring us home.