verse 1 Fare thee well my old friend, If I could toast to every smile you brought, the drinks would never end. But still the wake, it falls to me, And though I don't know where to turn to, even blinded men could see, Chorus It'll take more than a pint or two to celebrate your life. I'll need a bender so legendary That mortal men will shudder when they think of the night I went drinking like Oliver Reed. verse 2 I'll raise a pint. No, make it eight. Twelve double rums and then some whiskey--half a bottle, take it straight. And it will be fitting tribute To the last round of the only thirst endowed to drink to you. Chorus It'll take more than a pint or two to celebrate your life. I'll need a bender so legendary That mortal men will shudder when they think of the night I went drinking like Oliver Reed. Bridge Oliver Reed was a legend with a liver made of fire And a thirst that was more of a need. And his affair with the bottle danced him to his funeral pyre, But I'll go drinking like Oliver Reed. Chorus It'll take more than a pint or two to celebrate your life. I'll need a bender so legendary That mortal men will shudder when they think of the night I went drinking like Oliver Reed.