Back at the house a bottle is found And opened in honor Of those who have drowned While we who have not are stricken with guilt And dutifully see That not one drop is spilled We're drinking to life we're drinking to death We're drinking 'til none of our Livers are left We're wending our way down to the spirit store We'll drink till we just Can't drink anymore
Raise your glasses high Drink the cellar dry
Well, bloody my nose And blacken my eye If it ain't some young Turk In search of a fight And chanticleer's chest Is sagging with pride For honor has yet To be satisfied Well, heaven be thanked We live in an age When no man need bother Except on the stage With Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori And definitely not tonight
I can still remember When I was just a kid I was free to do what I wanted to But I never, ever did So now with years of discretion reached May we not forget Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité For there's life in the old world yet!
There'll always be an England An Ireland and a France A Liechtenstein and Finland And we have only one chance
Earnest young man with an unhealthy tan Puts a drink in my hand and says I understand You're in search of the place To continue the chase of the heavenly taste I suggest in that case you all come with me To my place by the sea where the glasses shall be Overflowing with free alcoholic delights And free love if you like for what point has this life If you can't realize your dreams?
Oh, raise your glasses high And drink the town dry
We'll drink beyond The boundaries of sense We'll drink 'til we start to see Lovely pink elephants Inside our heads, inside our beds Inside the threads of our pajama legs So don't shoot til you see The reds of our eyes And an army of elephants Marching behind From the day I was born Till the night I will die All my lovers will be pink And elephantine