Make mine a pain in the neck Here's to you, you old wreck And mine is a thorn in my side Drink up, so we can both finally die
And I'll have a bright yellow boat With nothing to row With nothing to row
So make mine an all out of luck Here's to you, you miserable fuck And why did you finally leave? Because all you think of is me Because all you think of is me All you think of is me
Make mine a pain in the neck Here's to you, you old wreck
Compositor: Keaton Leslie Henson (Keaton Henson) (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #6664968 em 16/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM