Forty-Year-Old Disaster

[Verse 1]
Váša's hitting forty, a total train wreck
The last man still standing on the bar's sticky deck
A king on his Harley, a stud on his steed
But a pint in his hand is his only real creed

[Chorus]
Cheers, you old forty-year-old disaster!
Get a beer in your hand and a shot even faster
We're drinking all night 'til the morning gets grim
Tomorrow we're paying in body and limb

[Verse 2]
His suitcase is packed 'fore his socks are both found
He'll vanish for weeks to some new patch of ground
The engine will roar and the stallion will neigh
As long as a bar's waiting down on the way

[Bridge]
And your Verunka's a saint, it's a wonder how
She hasn't just buried your sorry ass by now

[Outro]
So here's to a full tank and a never-dry glass
Forty is here, so go kick some ass