Lyrics:
health
You know I can't drink any more
Drink to me, drink to my health
You know I can't drink any more
Three o'clock in the morning
I'm getting ready for
drink to my health
You know I can't drink any more
Drink to me, drink to my health
You know I can't drink any more
Three o'clock in the morning
not
I gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all
Fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls
And gently
for six jolly foretopmen
And let them a-rollickin' go
And in heaping two-gallon measures
Drink the health of the duffer below.
Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan
Shine your shoes, light your fuse
Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth
Run your
Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan
Shine your shoes, light your fuse
Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth
Run your
Barnum and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life,
drink to your health
Drink to your health
You say that it's a scrap of
Paper dated way back when
But you meant it then, you meant it then
My fingers hold
drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who've given their bodies
To a thousand other men
drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again.
He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam.
Who have promised their love to a thousand other men.
the glasses to the brim
Let the drinks go merrily around
And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy
Who goes from town to town
The only thing that
your blood to wine
Buth then the air is cracking life
And taking out your spine
So drink the wine
Drink for health
And pull the spine
Then pray for
They were on the train to Venice, where else?
I think tonight I fancy myself
I'd rather drink that toast to my own health
I think tonight I'd
drinks once again
He'll drink to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
Who've given their bodies to a thousand other men
Yeah, they've bargained their
and the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering a flowin' glass I'll raise
And drink a health to me Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you're
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you're
the dove to them
And we will drink good health to them and theirs
The wind blows chilly, my bag is empty
Though fortune smiled at me a time or so
There's no
of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all
So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health
on saying yes
When I should leave you to guess
And to drink to your health
Your health
Drink to death
Nearest friend to promise me
Is the one I'm following,
it’s cool
I’ll carry the torch for you my friend when you can’t do it yourself
I’ll carry the torch for you my friend as we drink to your health
As we
You can cast aside your human, be free.
When the cities run with blood,
And you drink our health in mud,
"All flesh be gone."
Save your dry
I stood against love and hate
A drink to you, a drink to your health
a drink to those still living in hell
a drink to us, a drink to them
a drink
Well, I've been watching
While you've been coughing
I've been drinking life
While you've been nauseous
And so I drink to health
While you kill
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