| There’s a toothless man staring down in his glass
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| He’s the kind of man who never says no to a drink
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| He hears tunes and words like the wind through the grass
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| Judged by the look you’d never expect him to think
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| Cheerio McGowan Cheerio
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| Cheerio, Cheerio I raise for you a pint Cheerio
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| We have followed you from «Roses» to «Sodomy and the lash»
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| You’re one of the greatest poets of this day
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| Your body it tells us you’re just about to crash
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| Believe it we saw on St Patricks day
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| Cheerio McGowan Cheerio
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| Cheerio, Cheerio I raise for you a pint Cheerio
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| Was it ever the Whiskey or the far too many stouts
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| That made the band decide to kick you out?
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| Well us being no nobleman we can’t tell anyway
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| We’re glad to see you back shure hope you’ll stay |