As I went a-walking one evening last week I popped into my local, a pint for to seek But the pub had been taken over, by a brewery far away And they'd changed the old Evening Star - to The Dawning Of The Day And they'd changed the old Evening Star And they'd changed the old Evening Star And they'd changed the old Evening Star - to The Dawning Of The Day
I ploughed through the new carpet to the stainless steel bar I stood by the potted palm as I ordered a jar Now the barmaid she was topless, and so was the beer And the price it had gone up me boys, it was now twice as dear
The jukebox and the pinball were one side of the room And the one arm-ed bandit, it played a merry tune While the brass plated plastic fire was switched off at the main And the bar stool I was sitting on, it was simulated cane
The back room was a restaurant serving Indian and Bolognese While the curry and the Parmesan, set up a permanent haze With extractors in the kitchen tried to take the smoke away But the bar it smelled malodorous at The Dawning Of The Day
Over in the corner where the dartboard had been Was a bright pink, self-selection, three flavour condom machine And where once the hand pumps had stood, now only lager was strewn And if never I return again, it will be too bloody soon! And if never I return again. And if never I return again And if never I return again, it will be too bloody soon!