The hands on the clock stopped moving a long time ago To the horror of cops and mothers and daughters But I've made it to 2am Now it's nothing to do with them It's my life or funeral Another round for me, and those old friends I know it might appear to be lonely So here's to the on Let's drink till the stone is gone Then start over again A man raises his hat, and says, "johnnie walker" to you He stands guard for the tower of london There's heroes and villians here Captain morgan and belvedere And queen victoria Wild turkeys and bass abound in this oon And even the grouse is said to be famous Flying through mars to bed Triennals and stars of red Swirling into the air Let's ride a white horse all the way from sambucca to rome ack the back on the mythical centaur (sator? ) strike on the harp We sail on the Over the air