When the glass is full.

He had charisma. The room was packed and smokey. He had an accordian and a guitar and a piano and plastic bottle full of coins. He danced and shouted and stomped on a table in front of the stage and sang about the sky crashing down, God dying, the world dying. He evoked images of the grim reaper pulling us through the remains of the world in a boat with his cane.

Of course there was also the children's song about wanting to be a piece of baloney or a stick of mozarella cheese.

And apparently it wouldn't be a Jason Webley show without a good drinking song. He told us all to point our fingers in the air, focus on that finger, admire that finger, and spin around twelve times. We sang this together:

To the old chrome cassette,
Of my mother's voice,
I still cry when I hear her sing.
The clock struck twelve,
The voice I love so well,
Was eaten up by the machine,
It was eaten up by the machine!

When the glass is full,
Drink up! Drink up!
This maybe the last time
We see this cup.
If God wanted us sober,
He'd knock the glass over,
So while it is full we drink up!

A toast to Mary,
A girl I once loved,
Oh Lord, why do things have to die?
If drinking beer,
Could bring her back here,
I'd drink the damn place dry,
Yes, I'd drink the damn place dry!

Here's to the old house,
On Lily Pond Lane,
And the room where y boots used to rest.
One day I gave
The foundation a shake,
But my home did not pass the test,
No my home did not pass the test.