Absent Friends Letra

And happy days

We thought that they

Would never end.

Her's to absent friends.



Little Jean

Seberg seemed

So full of life

But in those eyes

Such troubled dreams.

Poor little Jean.



Woodbine Willie

Couldn't rest until he

'D given every bloke

A final smoke

Before the killing.

Old Woodbine Willie.



Steve McQueen

Jumped the first one clean

But the great escape

He'd tried to make

Was not to be.

Maybe next time Steve.



Laïka flew

Through inky blue

Till Laïka neered

The atmosphere

And Laïka knew

Laïka's life was through.



Oh yeah.



Oscar Wilde

Was a lonely child.

He fought and won

Acceptance from

The world. They smiled,

They laughed, they praised,

They drove poor Oscar to his grave.



Absent friends,

Here's to them.

And happy days

We thought that they

Would never end

But they always end.

Raise your glasses then

To absent friends.