I� l be down at the Stoup where the cool� hanging out. Downing four pints and a fifth without doubt. And I talk to the guys and I know that� unwise. I say my team is gonna win and I know I tell lies. It� where the winos roam but this place is my home. The bartenders drunk and the beer� half foam. But the game is ok and I hear what they say. With my pals at the table I� l stay all day.