Absent friends,
Here’s to them.
And happy days
We thought that they
Would never end.
Here’s to absent friends.

Little Jean
Seberg seemed
So full of life
But in those eyes
Such troubled dreams.
Poor little Jean.

Woodbine Willie
Couldn’t rest until he
’d given every bloke
A final smoke
Before the killing.
Old Woodbine Willie.

Steve McQueen
Jumped the first one clean
But the great escape
He tried to make
Was not to be.
Maybe next time Steve.

Laika flew
Through inky blue
Till Laika neared
The atmosphere
And Laika knew
Laika’s life was through.

Oh yeah.

Oscar Wilde
Was a lonely child.
He fought and won
Acceptance from
The world. They smiled,
They laughed, they praised,
They drove poor Oscar to his grave.

Absent friends,
Here’s to them.
And happy days
We thought that they
Would never end…
But they always end.
Raise your glasses then
To absent friends.