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