There's a toothless man staring down in his gla** He's the kind of man who never says no to a drink He hears tunes and words like the wind through the gra** Judged by the look you'd never expect him to think Cheerio McGowan Cheerio Cheerio, Cheerio I raise for you a pint Cheerio We have followed you from "Roses" to "Sodomy and the lash" You're one of the greatest poets of this day Your body it tells us you're just about to crash Believe it we saw on St Patricks day Cheerio McGowan Cheerio Cheerio, Cheerio I raise for you a pint Cheerio Was it ever the Whiskey or the far too many stouts That made the band decide to kick you out? Well us being no nobleman we can't tell anyway We're glad to see you back shure hope you'll stay