Another year. Another year.
Raise your glass high.
Leaves will fall. The snow will fall.
Raise your glass high.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?

We're all here now.
We're all here now.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We'll drink hard. We'll drink to ourselves.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We'll drink hard. We'll drink, we'll drink to ourselves.

Raise your glass high
To fallen friends of tragic ends;
To lovers lost of a heart's exhaust;
To wasted time;
To wasting time.
Raise your glass high
To money gained, to money spent
On whims and needs of good or ill intent.
To each resulting argument
Raise your glass high.

We're all here now.
We're all here now.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We'll drink hard. We'll drink to ourselves.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We'll drink hard. We'll drink, we'll drink to ourselves.

Here's to a hundred years,
And if the drink should fall.
Let it fall for the drinker,
Let it fall...
Fall.

Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We'll drink hard. We'll drink to ourselves.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We'll drink hard. We'll drink to ourselves.

Tonight, to hell with everything else.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
Tonight, to hell, tonight, tonight to ourselves.

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