She traded loving life for less Fine for life beyond the mezzanine (All Mine) Oh Dear Spilled another beer And all the furnishings are Holloware And all the friends, are losing sense And Oh Thank God For all the friends I've got And oh thank God I'm not like them Pratting round the waterbench (All night) With partial views of round the bottom fence The [?] who love this place And Oh Thank God For all the friends I've got And oh thank God I'm not like them Oh Dear Spilled another beer And all the furnishings are Holloware And Oh Thank God For all the friends I've got And oh thank God I'm not like them