Friends may come and friends may go
Friends may peter out we know
We’ve been friends through thick and thin
peter out…or peter in.

Here’s to you, here’s to me….
Best of friends we’ll always be….
And if by chance we disagree…..
F*ck you, here’s to me.

We’ll think of all the friends we know
And drink to all worth drinking to.

To our best friends, who know the worst about us
but refuse to believe it.

The Lord gives our relatives,
Thank God we can choose our friends.

Old friends are scarce,
New friends are few;
Here’s hoping I found
One of each in you.

May we have more and more friends,
and need them less and less!

May the hinges of friendship never rust, nor the wings of love lose a feather.

May the friends of our youth be the
companions of our old age.

Here’s to you, old friend, may you live a thousand years,
Just to sort of cheer things up this vale of human tears;
And may I live a thousand too–a thousand–less one day,
Cause I wouldn’t care to be on earth and hear you’d passed away.