Track 2781/2Irish Departure

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You make your hand into a fist and slam it down It's half-way missed, the weasel's slipping past us again With not so much as a slant of wild You're where'd you go and what about your condom Had to rest his head without a fairly well on his way Without a fairly well on his way Pass on your round, boy, drink on your feet Find your way out, boy, no need to speak Raise up your glass, boy, toast to the weak Blink and you're past, boy, find your bug boy Without a fairly well on your way Whichever turn the evening takes A merry dance, a somber wake You'll never quite recall when he left First one for the road, no warning bell before you go A nightcap upon his head without a fairly well on his way Without a fairly well on his way Pass on your round, boy, drink on your feet Find your way out, boy, no need to speak Raise up your glass, boy, toast to the weak Blink and you're past, boy, find your bug boy Without a fairly well on your way Without a fairly well on your way