For being such a frisky fool

For gathering me up when I’m feeling down

For always being a clumsy clown.

Here’s to margaritas at the old cantina

To tango nights and waltzing fever

To catching butterflies in our midst

To pasta salad with all the bits.

And we owe it all to purgatory

That place we serve decaf and tea

Yep we kow tow to all the plebs

But oh one needs to earn ones bread.

But we’ll be better off you see

For we have fuel to build our dreams

And we were pals right from the start

Special Peej and the Dosey Tart.

But let’s just reminisce a bit

Memories give life a lift

Caterers from hell with Grace

Christmas fun at Patti’s place.

Pajama parties, magic shows

Sticking needles in Cola’s nose

Re-grouping times, ‘beside myself’

Reflecting on our meager wealth.

Remember Angela? I do

Ooh she was one you tried to woo

Changing in the ladies bog

Haunting tales of freeze dried dog.

Listening to my repartee

Of “I’m so fat and poor old me”.

So P.J my little dove

I’m the hand and you’re the glove

Things will never be that bad

‘Cause I’ve got you, my punching bag.

Let’s drink a toast to happy days

To creating havoc in our ways

To laughing hard to make us cry

To staying friends until we fly.