The Only Girl at the Bar

Style: Modern Irish folk-pop, female lead vocal, upbeat acoustic guitar, fiddle riffs, light bodhrán, pub ambience, playful energy [Spoken Intro – cheeky, conversational, pub noise underneath] "Alright now—this one’s called “The Only Girl at the Bar.” "It’s about that brave, bold, slightly stubborn Irish woman who walks into a pub on her own… just for one quiet pint— and somehow ends up running the place. If you’ve ever gone out “just for one,” "this one’s for you." [Verse 1] I walked in just to pass the time Rain on me boots, half past nine Said to the barman, “Just a stout—” He said, “Rough day?” I said, “No doubt.” Fire was low and the match was on Old men singing slightly wrong Every head turned slow as sin— Like they’d never seen a girl walk in [Pre-Chorus] One lad winked, one lad stared One fell off his folding chair I raised me glass, gave a little grin Said, “Right then boys, where’ve you been?” [Chorus – bright, catchy] I’m the only girl at the bar tonight Holding me own and feeling alright They can talk their talk, I’ll sip me stout Let ’em figure what I’m about No prince charming, no rescue plan Just me and the house band If you’re looking for trouble, you won’t get far— I’m the only girl at the bar [Verse 2] Young Buck Murphy bought a round Spilled it nearly on the ground Said he plays in a “famous band” Turns out it’s weddings and a caravan Seamus tried a pickup line “Are ye heaven?”—I said, “Decline.” Told him flat with a friendly shrug, “Buy me chips and maybe a hug.” [Pre-Chorus] Phones came out, they played me a tune Asked if I’d dance—“Ah sure, too soon.” But when that fiddle hit just right I was spinning like Saturday night [Chorus] I’m the only girl at the bar tonight Laughing loud in the neon light They can line up brave and tall I don’t need saving at all Got my tab paid, got my car Know exactly where you are Don’t need a king, don’t need a star— I’m the only girl at the bar [Bridge – half-time, playful attitude] Maybe I came here on me own Maybe I like my throne alone Maybe I just needed space From every cousin asking ’bout me dating face And if I leave with no one’s name I’ll still go home the very same Queen of the stool and ruler of jar— Of peanuts and pickled bar [Breakdown – cheeky spoken/sung] “Last call!” the barman cried I said, “Relax, I’ve still got pride.” Pulled on me coat, tipped me jar— Left ’em blinking at the bar [Final Chorus – big, celebratory] I was the only girl at the bar tonight Head held high and boots laced tight They can toast their luck and spin their yarns I’ll take me laughter in me arms Rain outside but I’ll go far Streetlights shining like a star Walked in alone, that’s who you are— The only girl at the bar [Outro – soft, confident] Next week I might bring a friend… But sure, where’s the fun in that then?