Back at the house a bottle is found   And opened in honour   Of those who have drowned   While we who have not are stricken with guilt   And dutifully see   That not one drop is spilt   We're drinking to life we're drinking to death   We're drinking 'til none of our   Livers are left   We're wending our way down to the spirit store   We'll drink till we just   Can't drink anymore      Raise your glasses high    Drink the cellar dry      Well, bloody my nose    And blacken my eye   If it ain't some young Turk   In search of a fight   And chanticleer's chest   Is sagging with pride   For honour has yet    To be satisfied   Well, Heaven be thanked   We live in an age   When no man need bother   Except on the stage   With "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"   And definitely not tonight      I can still remember   When I was just a kid   I was free to do what I wanted to   But I never, ever did   So now with years of discretion reached   May we not forget   "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité"   For there's life in the Old World yet!      There'll always be an England   An Ireland and a France   A Liechtenstein and Finland   And we have only one chance      Earnest young man with an unhealthy tan   Puts a drink in my hand and says   "I understand   You're in search of the place   To continue the chase of the heavenly taste   I suggest in that case you all come with me   To my place by the sea where the glasses shall be   Overflowing with free alcoholic delights   And free love if you like for what point has this life   If you can't realise your dreams?"      Oh, raise your glasses high   And drink the town dry      We'll drink beyond   The boundaries of sense   We'll drink 'til we start to see   Lovely pink elephants   Inside our heads, inside our beds   Inside the threads of our pyjama legs   So don't shoot til you see   The reds of our eyes   And an army of elephants   Marching behind   From the day I was born   Till the night I will die   All my lovers will be pink   And elephantine