Opera On The Top Floor

[Verse 1]
Status quo blasts from a jukebox
The lads I grew up with play air guitar, conjuring youth
Hutched at the bar, I hear dreams that turned to dust
Till I ring out for last call

[Verse 2]
A pint takes a minute to settle
The creamy head rises and lands like a chorus of hums
Regulars catching my eye to change their tune
But I ain't a conductor

[Chorus]
I got opera on the top floor
Violins cry and arias explode
I'm riding with those Valkyries to Lohengrin
I got my own Valhalla in Listowel

[Verse 3]
The boyos sing Elvis and skiffle
Perched with their porter like vulture chicks waiting to hatch
Races and darts don't soothe the soul
I'm a fish out of water

[Verse 4]
A child of Pragues beedy eye judges
He might blow the whistle if my world collided with theirs
After the final, John gave us a drunk Nessun Dorm
And for once I felt kinship

[Chorus]
I got opera on the top floor
Violins cry and arias explode
I'm riding with those Valkyries to Lohengrin
I got my own Valhalla in Listowel

[Post-Chorus]
And that opera on the top floor
No one knows, it’s under lock and key
The needle hits the vinyl, I’m away on the wind
Every secret needs a sanctuary