Finger in the Pie

I feel it in my finger and I feel it in my bones
That my time’s slipping bye by the bar oh my
And I carry on a mission and I’m carrying the weight
Of pint after pint, oh why oh why.
Love is all around but by the table that you sit by
And my eyes inside just cry oh cry
Feigning to be dandy and feigning to be fine
I just have another pint oh I know why, (because...)
I
Wish I had my finger in ye pie
I look into the mirror and I see a dozen faces
Only none of them is mine, though all are fine
Where am I to find my true mirror image
But the bottom of the jar or a glass of wine.
Love is all around, so I call another round
For the moment to be loved by the fine lads by
Feeling truly wasted, I just topple on the floor
Tender tapping on my shoulder saying CLOSING TIME
Oh I…
Wish I had my finger in ye pie
Early in the morning with the devil in my belly
Singing nasty little tunes of the drinks last night
My finger on the phone, but I throw it on the telly
and I reach out for the bottle right by my side
And I wake up
And I’m wasted
And I’m lonely
And I fancy, my finger in the pie, aye, aye