Spent a lovely lively evening
With a friendly homely lass
For I spied her inner beauty
Through the bottom of the glass
I`ve seen men of feigned integrity
Distinctly working class
Transformed to Landed gentry
Through the bottom of the glass
And those trials and tribulations
I thought would never pass
Becoming ever distant
Through the bottom of the glass
I have wandered through my history
Pondered life`s great mystery
Experiencing happiness
The tragedy of loss
Apparently , I`m born of interplanetary gas
I see blowing on the breezes
Through the bottom of the glass.
