The Ghosts Are Out Tonight lyrics

[LORD BYRON]
I brought you all here for a reason
The brightest and the best that Britain boasts
Ugh, don’t be prudes, 'tis the season
Come on, let’s raise a toast

[LORD BYRON & GUESTS, spoken]
Here, here!

[LORD BYRON]
To the lovers and the loved
To the cuffers and the cuffed
Good wine and good friends, of course
And honestly, to the fact that no one here so far has gone and kicked the horse
But hear, hear
Alright, I must confess
You know, "the lady doth protеst"
But you're not just gathered hеre for pleasure

[GUESTS, spoken]
Boo

[LORD BYRON]
I know, it’s truly out of character for the debaucherizing narrator
To decry virtues of leisure
But even so, you’re authors, blah blah
But don't waste the bleeding hearts
Let’s try to spend our summers writing something that is great
Who among you is an acolyte?