Hey Old Friend, Thanks for coming, I know it's been a while since we last met.
I tell you what, I just keep on going, like you I'm just ageing, but I ain't dead yet.
Here let me take your hat, let it rest on the side.
Pour us a little something, let your words flow like an evening tide.
Remember when we would sit and celebrate, 3 cheers for nothing at all. Now all you seem to do is interrogate. Nothing to 3 cheers at all.
Hey Old Friend, you got me a little tipsy, your thoughts are a bitter pill to swallow.
O Whiskey Whiskey Whiskey, you've left me kind of hollow.
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