Pardon me
But I'm lost and turned around, capped with horny crown
Broke and buttoned down
Enemies
Rise in regiments, storm the battlements
Damn the consequence
So we raise the river, stash the silver, still the sea
So I raise a bottle with the Liar's Club and me
Pardon me
But I'm bald and badly bent, old and arrogant
All the money's spent
Pardon me,
But they say the end is near, pour another beer
Same thing every year
So we raise the river, stash the silver, still the sea
So I raise a bottle with the Liar's Club and...
Cut away to a garden party,
Where you share a glass
With a woman hale and hearty,
But a good thing never lasts...
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