The Barmaid

Through pissheads and through bikers I had to fight my way All for some cheese and onion crisps And a pint of IPA I spoke unto the barmaid But me she did not hear And it's long time I've been waiting for The coming of my beer Either I'm invisible Or she's completely blind Though I wave around my ten quid note She serves the bloke behind Still I try to catch her eye But still she looks away If I show to her some rudeness She won't serve me again So through pissheads and through bikers I had to fight my way All for some cheese and onion crisps And a pint of IPA