Anne Harlan Prather - Hanrahan's Bar lyrics

We pride ourselves on our well-stocked shelves Wine from Deneb and whiskey from Carr Any world you can think of, we carry the drink of We serve the universe at Hanrahan's Bar! The bartender's Irish, Mike Flanagan by name k**ed a dozen men on a rimworld, they claim The barmaid's a gentle, elegant la** As long as you keep your hands on your gla**! Now, the Patrollers drop by every hour or two Just to keep the place quiet and to belt down a few If a fight breaks out, then they're always in Unfortunately, they seldom win Now the pride of Coe is the engineers' corps They've been stationed here for a century or more They make good money and they know how to spend And if you've got troubles, there are no finer friends Now, the combine whose men Michael Flanagan k**ed Had sent up two hitmen to deliver their will And when they tried to take him, engineers barred the way And to everyone's surprise, the Patrol saved the day "Wait!" cried the commander. "I'm not for your plan; This here's a Patrol base, you can't take the man! The combine may want him, but he's our personnel, The Patrol owns this bar; you can all go to Hell!" We pride ourselves on our well-stocked shelves Wine from Deneb and whiskey from Carr Any world you can think of, we carry the drink of We serve the universe at Hanrahan's Bar!