It's a good night, I won't go gently Told the bartender "don't let my gla** empty" That Rhodes Fender volume on twenty Break loud down on the table cloth If it's the last night; f** it, going hard No if, and's, fam, every spliff three grams Raise my hand, watch her do her thing but I don't dance I don't dance, don't dance, I don't don't dance Hook: f** last call, put my song on [x8] No tears we had a hell of a run No fear, my forefinger and thumb Strum violins, ?"surely ain't set"? to "say when" Grin, when lights dim, watch her spin Oysters and gin No check tonight your money don't spend Familiar friends, some faces I ain't expect to see again No questions, glad you made the session To your health, shots smooth as hell She's still dancing by herself Eyes closed, sways to the beat And you know me, but tonight I just might, I just might, I just might Hook