Lyrics

Well, I’ll take you up on that offer of just one more final round
I don’t think that there’s much more to be said
It’s been quite an evening and I guess we drank it down
But it’s better be drunk than bein dead

So let’s enjoy the music as the band plays one more song
We’ll watch the ladies dance and shake their hips
And when the lights come on I guess it’s time to move along
As the waitresses are counting out their tips

And the girls are getting frisky, drivin home’s a little risky
My bed keeps getting further from my sight
And I feel a little tipsy as I finish up my whiskey
I think we’d better call it a night

So it’s farewell, my friend, until we meet again
I wish the party never had to quit
But the good times all pass at the bottom of a glass
Why do all the good things turn to shit?

And the girls are getting frisky, drivin home’s a little risky
My bed keeps getting further from my sight
And I feel a little tipsy as I finish up my whiskey
I think we’d better call it a night

There ain’t no need to argue at the start of closing time
The bar is shutting down and the crowd is starting to unwind
Before somebody stupid tries to start up a fight
I think we’d better call it a night


So let’s enjoy the music as the band plays one more song
We’ll watch the ladies dance and shake their hips
And when the lights come on I guess it’s time to move along
As the waitresses are counting out their tips

And the girls are getting frisky, drivin home’s a little risky
My bed keeps getting further from my sight
And I feel a little tipsy as I finish up my whiskey
I think we’d better call it a night