Time Gentlemen Time Songtext
von Liam Clancy

Here′s to our town, our old London town
Where the pubs have to close on time
In heaven at seven, thrown out by eleven
I call it a rotten shame

But it's time, gentlemen, time
Time, gentlemen, time
Raise your glass to the pleasures that pass
Time, gentlemen, time

Here′s to our friends, our steady old friends
The friends who are tried and true
They are the best, to hell with the rest
There's only one test that'll do

And it′s time, gentlemen, time
Time, gentlemen, time
Raise your glass to the pleasures that pass
Time, gentlemen, time


And here′s to the girls, the lovely young girls
The girls that we used to know
Here's to their lips, their slender little hips
What was it made them grow?

Time, gentlemen, time
Time, gentlemen, time
Raise your glass to the pleasures that pass
Time, gentlemen, time

Here′s to our youth, the days of our youth
How quickly they fly away
Why should we wait until it's too late?
Let′s kick up the heels today

While there's time, gentlemen, time
Time, gentlemen, time
Raise your glass to the pleasures that pass
Time, gentlemen, time

Time, gentlemen, time
Time, gentlemen, time
Raise your glass to the pleasures that pass
Time, gentlemen, time