Hey love, these days are like champagne: unexciting in every way,
And I'll spend eighty-one years trying to win, trying to not give in,
But, love, that's champagne.

And these...these are our good times,
And they're free...they're free to be ours,
Life's both sweet and sour, life's both sweet and sour,
Our finest days, our finest hours. (I had four new tyres)

Hey love, these days are like champagne: without, without,
Without even best wishes, never even best wishes,
But, love, that's champagne.