To the Green Faerie

If I would tell you a story

About a certain drink

And giddy hours of madness

In the nineteenth century

Would it make you laugh and doubt my judgement

Or say that you don't care?

If I raise this glass to missed extraordinaire?

And when you're getting weary

Of your quiet company

You call on the green faerie

She will clearly make you see!

What the others lose in wits and temper to deadening spirits frees

No I don't mind this feeling

Of the comeliness awake

And the lady saved you plenty for the day

No I don't mind this feeling

A little drop away

But the writers died this too is home

A pretty hell to pay

The importance of being Ernest

But he also had no sleep

No Hemmingway the earnest

As they talked into the deep

But the glass again was just half empty

When the emotion came to me

We should toast again before we fall asleep

Oh oh oh yeah

So if you're getting weary

Of your quiet company

You call on the green fairy

She will clearly make you see

That an absent mind is just as poor as the man you'd hate to be (to be)

No I don't mind this feeling

Of the comeliness awake

And the lady saved you plenty for the day

No I don't mind this feeling

A little drop away

Ah ah ah ah ah

No I don't mind this feeling

Of the comeliness awake

Cause the lady saved you plenty for the day (plenty for the day)

No I don't mind this feeling

A little drop away

But the fairy took a grip on you

And threw your life away