Absent Friends

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
'Til 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
To absent friends