ON THE GOVERNMENT WHARF

There are little brown bottles that used to hold beer
Floating in the water and sailing through the air
All the boys got their pogey and there are songs everywhere
It's Saturday night and they're all on the tear

There are several good reasons why Ralphie gets drunk
He's bored with the soaps and his girl's up the stump
As he sits on a six pack one-liners flow free
He sucks back another and it's tossed to the sea.

Chorus:
Will the sun come up, will the winds still blow?
Will the tides carry out the bottles?
Will tomorrow bring sunshine or will it bring pain?
Who cares, cause tonight, there's a party.

Now Eddie helps Johnny play a four-string guitar
They've been drinking since Friday, don't know where they are
And if the money keeps coming, they won't change a thing
They look to the good times, and party til spring.

And Bill worked for twelve weeks on the asphalt machine
And Jim shingled houses at three fifteen
And Sam needs four stamps as he's going to cut some muts
But tonight he's okay in this comfortable rut.

Chorus:
Will the sun come up, will the winds still blow?
Will the tides carry out the bottles?
Will tomorrow bring sunshine or will it bring pain?
Who cares, cause tonight, there's a party.

Now Ivan got a headache but he doesn't care
He can easily fix it with a half dozen beer
As he sits on a tailgate with a dirty big grin
He's patiently waiting for his luck to cut in.

This once was a place where there's work to be done
No times for parties, frivolity and fun
But tonight there is singing and jokes of all sort
It's Saturday night on the government wharf.

Chorus:
Will the sun come up, will the winds still blow?
Will the tides carry out the bottles?
Will tomorrow bring sunshine or will it bring pain?
Who cares, cause tonight, there's a party.

Will the sun come up, will the winds still blow?
Will the tides carry out the bottles?
Will tomorrow bring sunshine or will it bring pain?
Who cares, cause tonight, there's a party.