Back at the house a bottle is found

And opened in honour

Of those who have drowned

While we who have not are stricken with guilt

And dutifully see

That not one drop is spilt

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 honour 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 realise 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 pyjama 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