Tavern Crawl Lyrics – Colm R. McGuinness

Tavern Crawl Lyrics Meaning

[Verse 1]
The song kicks off like a rally cry, calling all the gang to gear up, not for a battle of blades, but for a night of heavy drinking. There’s no noble purpose or grand reward—just pure, reckless fun. They’re hitting up every tavern, determined to empty every mug. The mood’s wild and carefree, everyone’s invited to toast and roll down the coast, likely to get kicked out, and definitely needing help getting home by the end of it.

[Verse 2]
They’re on a classic pub crawl, just going from bar to bar for fun. They’re steering clear of snobby folks telling boring stories and avoiding clingy drunk people who won’t leave them alone. They grab one last drink before heading off to another town, the “city of sails.” In Luskan, things get a little sketchy—it’s known for being dangerous after dark. People aren’t trustworthy there, and if you blink, you might end up in serious trouble—maybe even tossed overboard.

[Verse 3]
Now they’re off to Neverwinter, where things immediately look like they’ll turn violent. Someone’s already about to get hurt, and the regulars know it, so they’re running off. The city will be happy to see them go. Then they move on to Waterdeep, the “City of Splendour,” where the bar is absolute chaos—half the people are furious, but the lads are loving it. They’re loud, rowdy, and living it up like wild animals under the moonlight.

[Refrain]
Just a wild, drunken chant full of energy and fun.

[Verse 4]
They’re now stumbling down a well-traveled road, realizing a bit too late they’re headed toward Baldur’s Gate. Most of them are completely drunk, and it’s only a matter of time before something goes wrong. Right on cue, some angry stranger stands up, ready to fight. Trouble is clearly brewing again, and it’s about to get messy—just another typical stop on their chaotic crawl.

[Refrain]
Another round of wild, drunken chants keeping the party going.

[Verse 5]
At this point, the bar scene is total madness. The group quickly ends up in a brawl, nearly burning the whole place down in the chaos. One of them even starts swinging a gnome—yep, an actual gnome. The drinks are flowing so heavily, the singer’s lost track of how many rounds he’s had. They’re probably banned from every bar in town now, but as far as they’re concerned, it was a night well spent—just need a mate to drag them home.

[Refrain]
One last wild chant to end the night on a loud note.