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Champagne for our real friends and real
pain for our sham friends.
Here's to your car and my car-may they
never meet.
In through the teeth,
Over the tongue,
Look out, stomach,
Here I come.
Here's to love; it may be blind but mostly
it just doesn't give a damn.
Here's to you, my dear, and to the dear
who's not here, my dear; but if the dear who's
not here, my dear, were here, my dear, I'd
not be drinking to you, dear, that's clear.
The Lord gives us our relatives; ·
Thank God we can choose our friends.
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