To Your Health
Make mine a pain in the neckHere's to you, you old wreckAnd mine is a thorn in the sideDrink up, so we can both finally die
And I'll have a bright yellow boatWith nothing to rowWith nothing to row
So make mine an ore out of luckHere's to you, you miserable fuckAnd why did she finally leave?Cause all you think of is meCause all you think of is me
To your healthTo your health
Make mine a pain in the neckHere's to you, you old wreck