| Song | Never Enough |
| Artist | The Tossers |
| Album | Agony |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well I consented to throw a ball | |
| And out they all were turning, | |
| All the wise ones, one and all, | |
| All the men and women of learning. | |
| All of learning the lazy ways, | |
| Of rag men and their brothers. | |
| Slothful artistic fools, | |
| Who were tossed out by their mothers [Chorus:] | |
| And there is never enough beer, | |
| To put upon the table. | |
| There's just never enough wine, | |
| To keep this party stable. | |
| There's just never enough booze | |
| To change this lonely weather. | |
| There's just never enough beer | |
| To keep anyone together. | |
| All south of | |
| Earl and Meath, | |
| Down in the liberties section | |
| Where mad man cough and bawl, | |
| And suffer all class of infection. | |
| To entertain my dear old friends, | |
| Every whore and thief and tinker. | |
| Who are loyal to the end, | |
| For they’re loyal to a drink, sir. [Chorus] | |
| There’s just never enough booze, | |
| To keep the fires burning, | |
| There’s just never enough beer, | |
| To keep the torment from returning. | |
| I toss and turn through every night, | |
| Spent in agony and frustration, | |
| For I was born a wanderer, | |
| Oh a tireless occupation. | |
| From town to town | |
| I go, All dreaming of a homeland, | |
| That I will never see, | |
| For I never liked my first one. [Chorus] | |
| There's just never enough smoke, | |
| To change this lonely weather. | |
| There's just never enough beer, | |
| To keep anyone together. |
| Well I consented to throw a ball | |
| And out they all were turning, | |
| All the wise ones, one and all, | |
| All the men and women of learning. | |
| All of learning the lazy ways, | |
| Of rag men and their brothers. | |
| Slothful artistic fools, | |
| Who were tossed out by their mothers Chorus: | |
| And there is never enough beer, | |
| To put upon the table. | |
| There' s just never enough wine, | |
| To keep this party stable. | |
| There' s just never enough booze | |
| To change this lonely weather. | |
| There' s just never enough beer | |
| To keep anyone together. | |
| All south of | |
| Earl and Meath, | |
| Down in the liberties section | |
| Where mad man cough and bawl, | |
| And suffer all class of infection. | |
| To entertain my dear old friends, | |
| Every whore and thief and tinker. | |
| Who are loyal to the end, | |
| For they' re loyal to a drink, sir. Chorus | |
| There' s just never enough booze, | |
| To keep the fires burning, | |
| There' s just never enough beer, | |
| To keep the torment from returning. | |
| I toss and turn through every night, | |
| Spent in agony and frustration, | |
| For I was born a wanderer, | |
| Oh a tireless occupation. | |
| From town to town | |
| I go, All dreaming of a homeland, | |
| That I will never see, | |
| For I never liked my first one. Chorus | |
| There' s just never enough smoke, | |
| To change this lonely weather. | |
| There' s just never enough beer, | |
| To keep anyone together. |
| Well I consented to throw a ball | |
| And out they all were turning, | |
| All the wise ones, one and all, | |
| All the men and women of learning. | |
| All of learning the lazy ways, | |
| Of rag men and their brothers. | |
| Slothful artistic fools, | |
| Who were tossed out by their mothers Chorus: | |
| And there is never enough beer, | |
| To put upon the table. | |
| There' s just never enough wine, | |
| To keep this party stable. | |
| There' s just never enough booze | |
| To change this lonely weather. | |
| There' s just never enough beer | |
| To keep anyone together. | |
| All south of | |
| Earl and Meath, | |
| Down in the liberties section | |
| Where mad man cough and bawl, | |
| And suffer all class of infection. | |
| To entertain my dear old friends, | |
| Every whore and thief and tinker. | |
| Who are loyal to the end, | |
| For they' re loyal to a drink, sir. Chorus | |
| There' s just never enough booze, | |
| To keep the fires burning, | |
| There' s just never enough beer, | |
| To keep the torment from returning. | |
| I toss and turn through every night, | |
| Spent in agony and frustration, | |
| For I was born a wanderer, | |
| Oh a tireless occupation. | |
| From town to town | |
| I go, All dreaming of a homeland, | |
| That I will never see, | |
| For I never liked my first one. Chorus | |
| There' s just never enough smoke, | |
| To change this lonely weather. | |
| There' s just never enough beer, | |
| To keep anyone together. |