LET THE TOAST PASS Copyright 2000 by Adam Selzer, All Rights Reserved, ASCAP Here's to Hook-finger Lewis and Richard the Saw only lost once when we fought with the law from the twelve dollar robbery I finally was caught but they couldn't take Lewis, he'd died from the shot Here's to the shopkeeper who fired off the round that took poor old Lewis right down to the ground and shattered the leg of the man at the door well, the poor guy was only defending his store CHORUS: Let the toast pass, drink to the last when the moon goes away the sun rises so fast let the toast pass, drink to the last and may your cups never run dry Here's to the working and invalid poor all of the friends I won't see anymore I hope they can get all their food on their own if they can, then I haven't been working alone And to the street singer in the burgundy dress that looked like sweet wine spilling over her breast I'll never more hear her, her face I'll not see but I did, so I'm blessed as a man ought to be Let the toast pass, drink to the last this time I got them to pay for the glass let the toast pass, drink to the last and may your cups never run dry Here's to the mayor and the rest of his men who have been at their jobs since the good lord knows when they're lowering taxes at the end of the year at least for the wealthy from what I can hear Here's to the warden and here's to the guard I'll follow you peacefully out to the yard I'll try not to sneeze and I'll smile at the crowd and I'll only flinch if the guns are too loud Let the toast pass, drink to the last ask them if they'll fly the flag at half-mast let the toast pass, drink to the last and may your cup never run dry                              6/2000   back to home page COpyright 2000 by Adam Selzer, all rights reserved, ASCAP. Note: I will ALWAYS play this song live on request if you promise to throw toast during the chorus.