Lyrics:
Absent friends, here's to themAnd happy daysWe thought that they would never endHere's to absent friendsLittle Jean Seberg seemedSo full of lifeBut in those eyes such troubled dreamsPoor little JeanWoodbine Willie couldn't rest until he'dGiven every bloke a final smoke before the killingOld Woodbine WillieSteve McQueen jumped the first one cleanBut the great escape he tried to make was not to beMaybe next time SteveLaika flew through inky blue'Til Laika neared the atmosphere and Laika knewLaika's life was throughOscar Wilde was a lonely childHe fought and won acceptance from the worldThey smiled, they laughed, they praisedThey drove poor Oscar to his graveAbsent friends, here's to themAnd happy daysWe thought that they would never endBut they always endRaise your glasses then to absent friends