Prate pilots snigger
gone are your salad days

Grim is the horizon
dour the tomorrow
forget all we couldn't mend
old transgressions
each and every sorrow

Allow frissons to dart
with utter vim the brio
it's fully alright
to mix the blush with the ale tonight
tonight
tonight
for this one night
cavort enjoy every amenity
pray tarry
jocose conviviality

IT IS COLD OUT THERE
I HOPE YOU KNOW

Grim is the horizon
dour your tomorrow
so
ride the flow
be misers for this one night
in due course
when time is right
you will be the prey of

AUROCH

AND

WIGHT