Who-o-oah!
Who-o-oah!
Who-oah!
Who-oah!
Who-o-oh!

Who-o-oh!

Who-oah!



Who-o-oh!

Who-o-oh!



Go!



Well I guess you could describe me by my fragile mental state

I've got one foot on the curb and one handhold in the brain

I've always been a dollar short, always a couple minutes late



Let me shake the hands of dreamers of this lucky liden state

And congratulate believers who all bet our twist of fate



On and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

Do your worst; I'll survive another year



It goes on and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

I live to tell the story of my last few years



This new year will be different but I'll end up sleeping in

Insignificant arrogance spawn out a realm of state



Let me shake the hands of dreamers of this lucky liden state

And congratulate believers who all bet our twist of fate



On and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

Do your worst; I'll survive another year



It goes on and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

I live to tell the story of my last few years



When I'm wasting away (is not good enough)

When there's one thing to say (I'm not giving up)

Starting over again I'm turning around



On and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

Do your worst; I'll survive another year



On and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

The story of what kind of was my last few years



On and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

I live to tell the story of my last few years



On and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

The story of what kind of was my last few years



My last few years



(Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

and nae for auld lang syne?)