Fish me out of the wishing well
with all these copper dreams
Full pockets and feeling swell
Drunk on biscuits dunked in cream

I'll pour you a Pim's cup to the rim up
as maidens dance in halls unclean
We'll sing our guts out till we're put out
and stumble through these lovely streets

Hand to shoulder I'll hold yer stance
as we keep the balance tipped by chance
Bring it back with one more swig
and right the angle on my wig

Someday I'll forget all this ache
and jump the airship across the sea
For now I'll toast to our health's sake...
Where'd you go now?
Oh it's just me.