(from “No Regrets”)


So what’s it you do? Can you play that thing?
Is it blues or Irish or country swing?
Sing a little song that we all can sing
And I’ll drink to the melody
And what do we care if we’ve had one or two
And we smoke and we natter and we drink right through
You think it gets better, then the joke’s on you
And I’ll drink to the comedy
One more ballad, that’s enough for me
Let’s drink to the comedy

Sing a song about heroes, a song of the brave
In and endless fight, in and unmarked grave
Just hand me another bloody flag to wave
And I’ll drink to Her Majesty
I know who’s getting all the cakes and jam
I’m not the bloody fool they think I am
And a vote from me isn’t worth a damn
But I’ll drink to democracy

When they call the roll yonder, hope they don’t call me
Let’s drink to democracy
When they call the roll yonder, hope they don’t call me
Let’s drink to democracy

Can a man stand tall when he’s on one knee
Can he stride with the best or ride with the free
Dragging chains of silver with a golden key
And drink to prosperity
But who’s got the planes and who’s got the guns
And sends us a bill when the war’s been won
Or hands us a mop when the dirt’s been done
Let’s drink to the enemy

Are you still on the side where you thought you’d be?
Let’s drink to the enemy
Are you still on the side where you thought you’d be?
Let’s drink to the enemy

Sing an old one now of the times that we knew
When a man didn’t crawl for a job to do
Or die of old age at the end of the queue
Let’s drink to humanity
Too smug by half, all calm and content
You come on like a chappie, you talk like a gent
You’ll be safe back home when our money’s all spent
But I’ll drink to your memory

Put your money away, this one’s on me
Let’s drink to your memory
Put your money away, this one’s on me
Let’s drink to your memory