Be of Service an Irish pub song

Описание: Intro]

(Fiddle riff, crowd shout)
Oi!

[Verse 1]

Born half-leakin’, lungs like lace,
Split windpipe—bad start, mate,
Docs said “Son, you won’t last long,”
God said, “Watch me prove ’em wrong.”

Jesus-lovin’ wee lad proud,
Royal badge, prayed out loud,
Then the world showed teeth and fists,
Church got quiet—life got pissed.

[Chorus]

🎶 Raise your glass and shout it true,
I tripped, I swore, I still came through,
Lost my way, lost my nerve,
Found my job—be of service!
When the road’s a mess and plans don’t work,
Do the holy thing that doesn’t hurt—
Love someone who doesn’t deserve it,
That’s the trick—be of service! 🎶

[Verse 2]

Middle school was fight-club light,
High school—smoke, theft, bad advice,
Drugs, drink, stole what wasn’t nailed,
Lived in a haunted house—still failed.

Graduated none the wiser,
Thought I was God’s worst adviser,
Then came news that stopped my run—
“Oi, genius… you’ve got a daughter, son.”

[Chorus]

🎶 Raise your glass and shout it true… 🎶
I tripped, I swore, I still came through,
Lost my way, lost my nerve,
Found my job—be of service!
When the road’s a mess and plans don’t work,
Do the holy thing that doesn’t hurt—
Love someone who doesn’t deserve it,
That’s the trick—be of service! 🎶

[Verse 3]

Left the wide road, tried to pray,
Then she vanished far away,
Thirteen years, no clue, no sign,
Yelled at God—blamed Him blind.

Dreams came loud and soaked in fear,
One clear message rang my ear:
“Quit the cursing, quit the nerve—
Grab a towel—be of service.”

[Bridge] (half-time, playful)

Dad got sick—so I went home,
Turns out I’m him with better bones,
Ma fought MS, calm as stone,
Never blamed God—not once, not one.

Lights by voice, TV too,
Golden Corral—aye, not two,
She said, “Son, when all is done,
Love’s the only thing you’ve won.”

[Final Chorus] (Big, stomp-along)

🎶 Raise your glass and sing it loud,
Saints and screw-ups, lost and found,
Hell was close but God was nearer,
Turns out He’s stubborn—cheers to that!
When life’s unfair and nerves are thin,
Do the thing that still lets light in—
Don’t be special, don’t be nervous,
Just show up—be of service! 🎶

[Outro]

From busted lungs to deacon plans,
I still trip—but here I stand,
If you’re wonderin’ why you’re nervous…
(crowd shout)
BE OF SERVICE!