Lyrics:

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 'till none of our livers are left We're winding our way down to the spirit store We'll drink 'till we just can't drink any more 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 Shaunticles' chest is sagging with pride for honour has yet to be satisfied Well heaven be thanked we live in an age where 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 never ever did And now with years of discretion reached may we not forget Liberte Egalite Fraternite For there's life in the old world yet There'll always be an England an Ireland and our France A Lichtenstein and Finland For we have only one chance Then this young man with an unhealthy tan puts a drink in my hand and says I understand You're in search of a place to continue the chase of the heavenly taste I suggest in that case That 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? Raise your glasses high! And drink the town dry! We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense We'll drink 'till we start to see