Because I love Leonard Cohen and lengthening your friends page and life's a little nutty...
So were drinking and were dancing
And the band is really happening
And the Johnny Walker wisdom's running high
And my very sweet companion
She's the angel of compassion
And she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
Every drinker every dancer
Lifts a happy face to thank her
And the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
All the women tear their blouses off
The men they dance on the polka-dots
And its partner found and partner lost
And its hell to pay when the fiddler stops
Its closing time

We're lonely, we're romantic
And the ciders laced with acid
And the holy spirit's crying, where's the beef?
And the moon is swimming naked
And the summer night is fragrant
With a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
Down the snakes and up the ladder
To the tower where the blessed hours chime
And I swear it happened just like this
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
The gates of love they budged an inch
I cant say much has happened since
But closing time

I loved you for your beauty
But that doesnt make a fool of me
You were in it for your beauty too
I loved you for your body
Theres a voice that sounds like God to me
Declaring that your body's really you
I loved you when our love was blessed
And I love you now theres nothing left
But sorrow and a sense of overtime
And I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It something in between, I guess
Its closing time

We're drinking and were dancing
But theres nothing really happening
The place is dead as heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
Gets me fumbling gets me laughing
She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight
I lift my glass to the awful truth
Which you can't reveal to the ears of youth
Except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
And its once for the dvil and its once for christ
But the boss dont like these dizzy heights
Were busted in the blinding lights
Of closing time