The end is nigh
You wonder why
Yet we can only try
To do or to die
My love kisses me goodbye
A flea or a fly
The moon and sun in the sky
Pastrami and mustard on rye
Whiskey and rum and we cry
So desperate by the by
Hair gel and hair dye
Oh me oh my
Crazy name, crazy guy
All those in favour say "Aye"
As easy as pi
Lardy cake with a sigh
Rendered fat and lye
My throat is dry
A bottle do I spy
I'm a little shy
Yet imbibe will I
My head down to lie
My gaze cast high
This fine July.
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