The Not-Going-Gentle
Syndrome By Proxy
Will de Kypia

Welcome back, dude!

Great to see you again, been a
long time since you last came by.

Please ignore the mess,
my place is still a pigsty, the
same as it always was.

So how did the surgery go?
You've lost a whole lotta weight,
wish I could lose a bit too.

Bet you’re hungry as a horse.
Let's order a pizza or do BBQ,
whatever sounds best to you.

Then the world's going to find out that we
ain't dead yet, we're still wild and crazy,
still willing, still able to party all night!

We’ll crank up the Hi-Fi as loud as it goes,
chug beaucoup brewskis while we sing along,
keep the newskis next door up until dawn.

Drunk-dial every pal we know, lots of folks
we don’t, abusing the gals, amusing the guys,
get so totally wasted we can't stay upright.

Guzzle, piss and puke, eventually pass out
shoulder to shoulder dead drunk on the floor.

Snore till it's way past noon, wake up real bad
hung-over but ready to carouse some more.

Let's make everything
be like it was before.

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The Unknown Woman
of the Seine