Last year, I had a bottle o' dubious ***
A couple of friends and topsy-turvy musicians
Some beauteous cigarettes and women who had taken to me
I wonder how I took to the alcohol, methinks

A crowd of rushing strangers move past
And freedom is a cheap thrill amidst the noise
Tomorrow is another day and another bottle, ain't it?
I'll die an old drunkard, but the bottle shall never empty

That's the truth my friends
When you'll be old, I'll be young with my fine wine

"God will put us in the fire with a bouquet on our tomb.
I don't know about paradise, do you desire it?"