Our Little Pub

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The door swings wide, the kettle sings, The Sunday roast is ready for the kings. Golden potatoes, gravy running deep, And stories that the whole room gets to keep. [Chorus] Come on in, pull up a chair, There’s a place for you right there. Sunday roast, the whole room’s bright, Good food, good friends, and a welcome light. Raise a glass and sing along, Our little pub is where we belong. [Verse 2] Rob Eaton’s here, the room knows his name, His legendary squitter brings a laugh to the game. One look from Rob and the whole place grins, The best kind of story is the one that begins. [Chorus] Come on in, pull up a chair, There’s a place for you right there. Sunday roast, the whole room’s bright, Good food, good friends, and a welcome light. Raise a glass and sing along, Our little pub is where we belong. [Bridge] From the first warm plate to the last good cheer, From the old familiar faces to the ones we meet here, Every table’s got a tale to tell, Every Sunday, we come back as well. [Final Chorus] Come on in, pull up a chair, There’s a place for you right there. Sunday roast, the whole room’s bright, Good food, good friends, and a welcome light. Raise a glass and sing along, Our little pub is where we belong. Our little pub is where we belong.