To Your Health

Make mine a pain in the neck
Here's to you, you old wreck
And mine is a thorn in the side
Drink up, so we can both finally die

And I'll have a bright yellow boat
With nothing to row
With nothing to row

So make mine an all out of luck
Here's to you, you miserable fuck
And why did you finally leave?
Because all you think of is me
Because all you think of is me

Make mine a pain in the neck
Here's to you, you old wreck.

Todo lo malo que me pasa
es para ti, viejo naufragio
y para mí es una espina clavada.
Bebe, y así moriremos los dos por fin.

Y tendré una barca amarilla y brillante
sin nada con que remar,
sin nada con que remar.

Toda mi mala suerte
es para ti, maldita miserable.
¿Por qué al final te marchaste?
Porque solo puedes pensar en mí,
solo puedes pensar en mí.

Todo lo malo que me pasa
es para ti, viejo naufragio.