Ah we're drinking and we're dancing 
and the band is really happening 
and the Johnny Walker [bad word] high 
And my very [bad word] 
she's the Angel [bad word] 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 
and the summer night is fragrant 
with a mighty expectation of relief 
So we [bad word] 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 can't say much has happened since 
but CLOSING TIME 

I swear it happened just like this: 
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss 
the Gates of Love they budged an inch 
I can't say much has happened since 
CLOSING TIME 

I loved you for your beauty 
but that doesn't make a fool of me: 
you were in it for your beauty too 
and I loved you for your body 
there's a voice that sounds like God to me 
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you 
And I loved you when our love was blessed 
and I love you now there's nothing left 
but sorrow and a sense of overtime 
and I missed you since the place got wrecked 
And I just don't care what happens next 
looks like freedom but it feels like death 
it's something in between, I guess 
it's CLOSING TIME 

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked 
By the winds of change and the weeds of  
looks like freedom but it feels like death 
it's something in between, I guess 
it's CLOSING TIME 

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing 
but there's nothing really happening 
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night 
And my very [bad word] 
gets me fumbling gets me laughing 
she's a hundred but she's wearing 
something tight 
and I lift my glass to the Awful [bad word] 
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth 
except to say it isn't worth a dime 
And the whole [bad word] place goes crazy twice 
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ 
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights 
we're busted in the blinding lights, 
busted in the blinding lights 
of CLOSING TIME 

The whole [bad word] place goes crazy twice 
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ 
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights 
we're busted in the blinding lights, 
busted in the blinding lights 
of CLOSING TIME 

Oh the women tear their blouses off 
and the men they dance on the polka-dots 
It's CLOSING TIME 
And it's partner found, it's partner lost 
and it's [bad word] to pay when the fiddler stops 
It's CLOSING TIME 
I swear it happened just like this: 
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss 
It's CLOSING TIME 
The Gates of Love they budged an inch 
I can't say much has happened since 
But CLOSING TIME 
I loved you when our love was blessed 
I love you now there's nothing left 
But CLOSING TIME 
I miss you since the place got wrecked 
By the winds of change and the weeds of .