Ah, we’re

Ah, we’re (G)drink ing and we’re danc ing and the band is real ly happ’ ning and the (Em)John ny Walk er wis dom run ning high.

And my (Bm)ve ry sweet com pan ion she’s the an gel of com pas sion, she’s (Em)rub bing half the world a gainst her thigh.

And ev ’ry (C)drink er ev ’ry danc er lifts a hap py face to thank her, the (G)fid dler fid dles (B)some thing so sub (Em)lime.

All the (D)wom en tear their blous es off and the men, they dance on the pol ka dots and it’s (C)part ner found, and it’s part ner lost and it’s hell to pay when the fid dler stops, it’s (G)clos ing time.

Yeah, the (C)wom en tear their blous es off and the men they dance on the pol ka dots and it’s (G)part ner found, and it’s (B)part ner lost and it’s (Em)hell to pay when the (C)fid dler stops,

it’s (G)clos ing time.

Ah, we’re lone ly we’re ro man tic and the ci der’s laced with ac id and the Ho ly Spi rit’s cry ing ‘Where’s the beef?’

And the moon is swim ming na ked and the sum mer night is fra grant with a might y ex pec ta tion of re lief.

So we strug gle and we stag ger down the snakes and up the lad der to the tow er where the bles sed ho urs chime.

And I swear it hap pened just liked this: a sigh, cry, a hung ry kiss, the gates of love, they budged an inch.

I can’t say much has hap pened since, but clos ing time.

I swear it hap pened just like this: a sigh, cry, a hung ry kiss, the gates of love, they budged an inch.

I can’t say much has hap pened since,

it’s (G)clos ing time.

Ah, we’re

but (G)clos ing time.

(D)Clos ing time.

I (Em)loved you for your beau ty but that does n’t make a fool of me, (Bm)you were in it for your beaut y too.

And I (Em)loved you for your bo dy there’s a voice that sounds like God to me de (A)clar ing,

de clar ing,

de (D)clar ing that your bo dy’s real ly you.

And I (C)loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there’s noth ing left but (G)sor row and a (B7)sense of o ver (Em)time.

And I (D)missed you since the place got wrecked and I just don’t care what hap pens next, (C)looks like free dom but it feels like death, it’s some thing in be tween, I guess it’s (G)clos ing time.

Yeah, I (C)missed you since the place got wrecked by the winds of change and the weeds of sex and it (G)looks like free dom but it (B)feels like death, it’s (Em)some thing in be tween I guess,

it’s (G)clos ing time.

Yeah, we’re (G)drink ing and we’re danc ing but there’s noth ing real ly hap p’ning and the (Em)place is dead as hea ven on a Sat ur day night.

And my (Bm)ve ry close com pan ion gets me fumb ling, gets me laugh ing, she’s a (Em)hun dred but she’s wear ing some thing tight.

And I (C)lift my glass to the aw ful truth which you can’t re veal to the ears of youth ex (G)cept to say it (B)is n’t worth a (Em)dime.

And the (D)whole damn place goes cra zy twice and it’s once for the dev il and it’s once for Christ but the (C)boss don’t like these diz zy heights, we’re bust ed in the blind ing lights of (G)clos ing time.

The (C)whole damn place goes cra zy twice and it’s once for the dev il and it’s once for Christ but the (G)boss don’t like these (B)diz zy heights, we’re (Em)bust ed in the (C)blind ing lights,

bust ed in the blind ing lights of (G)clos ing time,

(D)clos ing time.

Oh, the (G)wom en tear their blous es off and the men they dance on the pol ka dots it’s (D)clos

ing time.

And it’s (G)part ner found and it’s part ner lost and it’s hell to pay when the fid dler stops, it’s (D)clos

ing time.

But I (G)swear it hap pened just like this: a sigh, cry, a hung ry kiss, it’s (D)clos

ing time.

The (G)gates of love, they budged an inch, I can’t say much has hap pened since, but (D)clos

ing time.

I (G)loved you when our love was blessed, I love you now there’s noth ing left but (D)clos

ing time.

And I (G)miss you since the place got wrecked by the winds of change and the weeds of sex it’s (D)clos

ing time.

(G)miss you since the place got wrecked by the winds of change and the weeds of sex it’s (D)clos

ing time.