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 [bad word] And why did she finally leave?
Cause all you think of is me
Cause all you think of is me

To your health
To your health

Make mine a pain in the neck
Here's to you, you old wreck