Ah we"re drinking and we"re dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she"s the Angel of Compassion
she"s rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it"s partner found, it"s partner lost
and it"s hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it"s CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it"s partner found, it"s partner lost
and it"s hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it"s CLOSING TIME
Ah we"re lonely, we"re romantic
and the cider"s laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit"s crying, "Where"s the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
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