Here's to the good folks that I like the most, From the aged beauty queen, -to the prospector's ghost. From the mountains and streams, -to the sandy west coast, And all things in-between, -here I raise you a toast.
Here's to the nomad and here's to the son. Here's to the weavers, -of poems and psalms. The day-dream believers, -the passionate ones. The give and receivers, I sing you this song.
Last call's approaching, the bill has been paid, The Last gulp to savor, the last drink's been made. Tomorrow's a new day, but no guarantees, So here's to the last call, the chaser, and squeeze.
Here's to the first breath, and here's to the last, Here's to the present, The future and past, From the Queen to the peasant, The flag and it's mast, The life of a pheasant, I raise you my glass.
Last call's approaching, the bill has been paid, The Last gulp to savor, the last drink's been made. Tomorrow's a new day, but no guarantees, So here's to the last call, the chaser, and squeeze.
Here's to the foolish and here's to the fool, Here's to the smile, The grin and the ghoul, The crazies with style, the bull shitter's bull, Let's stay for a while, And drink till we're full.
Last call's approaching, the bill has been paid, The Last gulp to savor, the last drink's been made. Tomorrow's a new day, but no guarantees, So here's to the last call, the chaser, and squeeze.
Here's to the good folks that I like the most, From the aged beauty queen, to the prospector's ghost. From the mountains and streams, to the sandy west coast, And all things in-between, here I raise you a toast.
