[Verse] A pint in hand the night feels slow Where laughter grows the pints will flow A pig runs wild through fields of green A monastery’s strangest scene
[Chorus] Oh the pig and the pint they’ll dance all night Under the stars where wrong feels right The world spins mad we’ll drink we’ll sing In this strange land where chaos is king
[Verse 2] The moonlight glints on a golden brew The piglet squeals it’s running too A toast to power a cheer to might We stumble onward into the night
[Bridge] Monks and laughter shadows creep Secrets whispered promises keep Through the haze of beer and light We march on till the morning bright
[Chorus] Oh the pig and the pint they’ll dance all night Under the stars where wrong feels right The world spins mad we’ll drink we’ll sing In this strange land where chaos is king
Stile di musica
folk-inspired, acoustic guitar with tambourine accents, playful