Spam, vet

You 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 our out of luck
Here's to you, you miserable fuck
And why did you finally leave?
'Cause all you think of is me
'Cause all you think of is me

So make mine a pain in the neck
Here's to you, you old wreck