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 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