I propose a toast
To the hostess with the most
And I raise my gla** to you
With the bubbly of the poor
Brut 33 or 34
With a vintage of 1972
With the same name
as a London railway station you were cursed
to always keep on moving
When Jesus wants you for a sunbeam
And the devil gets there first
You're cruising for a bruising
Sold down the river
By so many guys
Always the bridesmaid
Never the bride
If someone up there likes you
Then someone up there lied
Because no one down here tried