Everyone who drinks must have a reason,
so they say.
A birthday.
Or a wedding.
Or a happy holiday.
That's beautiful, fellas.
Makes you want to cry.
We haven't any reason,
but we like to get high as a steeple.
So let's drink a toast to the ones we love most.
Our favorite people.
Here's to dear old us.
We don't want to drink too.
So here's to us.
Till we find a better reason to get crack right out of season.
Here's to dear old us.
Here's to dear old we.
It's nobody's birthday,
so here's to we.
Till the birthday's celebrated,
we'll get stiff and marinated.
Here's to dear old we.
Here to us and only us.
To us we lift the cup.
We drink to us and play to us.
We love us, bottomed up.
Past the minus shepherds.
Here's to dear old us.
We don't want to drink too.
So here's to us.
Till the reason's instituted,
we'll get potted and polluted.
We'll get stinko-lust.
Here's to dear old us.
Here's to dear old us.
There's no one to toast to.
So here's to us.
We could toast the Texas Rangers.
Why get cockeyed over strangers?
Here's to dear old us.
Here's to dear old we.
It's nobody's wedding,
so here's to we.
Everyone we know is single.
Why wait till they intermingle?
Here's to dear old we.
Here's to us
and only us.
To us we lift the cup.
We'll drink until and clink until we pass on bottomed up.
I would love some sternal.
Here's to dear old us.
We don't want to drink too.
So here's to us.
Get the booze and mix a high bowl.
Here's to mud right in your eyeball.
We'll get plastered.
Us!
Here's to dear old.
Here's to dear old.
Here's to dear old us.