a couple of things should've prepared us. First,

an old friend (thirty-two)

not in an Hawaiian shirt

All he said was that we looked too young,

too young to carry a coffin

And in sunny Kilburn, the Irish part of town,

the old girl I used to see wheel her chair

before cars. "Here comes a fast one."

I never did anything and nothing happened

Trish, twenty-six is young

We diagnose good luck, buy it's Irish

I'm sorry for us, let alone you, dyslexic

drunk, trying to pronounce sclerosis