Last Call London

I only asked for one more pint of bitter

And maybe a packet of salt and vinegar crisps

But the barman gave me that sideways look And said 'Son,

you're on the list'

He pointed to the heavy oak door

My boots were sliding on the sticky floor (no,

please!)

And now I'm out in the cold,

kicked out of the pub Left on the pavement,

barred from the club The bouncer is laughing,

my friends are still in And I've got rain soaking right to

my skin

(bloody hell)

I pressed my nose up against the leaded glass

Watching them drink and having a laugh

I had three quid left and a broken lighter Could have sworn

my prospects were looking brighter

Oh, please let me back inside

(just five minutes!) I promise I will behave tonight

(I'll be good, I swear!)

And now I'm out in the cold,

kicked out of the pub Left on the pavement,

barred from the club The bouncer is laughing,

my friends are still in And I've got rain soaking right to

my skin (let me in!)

Just walking home then

Down the wet street (aye,

next week...)