To Your Health

Make mine a pain in the neck Here's to you, you old wreck And mine is a thorn in the 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 ore out of luck Here's to you, you miserable fuck And why did she finally leave? 'Cause all you think of is me 'Cause all you think of is me To your health Make mine a pain in the neck Here's to you, you old wreck