Last Call London

{brisk acoustic guitar strumming,

tavern room chatter fades out,

foot stomps,

rhythmic handclaps} 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' {acoustic guitar strumming,

driving tambourine}

He pointed to the heavy oak door

My boots were sliding on the sticky floor (no,

please!) {tension building, snare rolls,

acoustic strumming intensifies} 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)

{full driving band, energetic acoustic guitar,

dry snare, warm bass,

soaring melodic hook} 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 {snare backbeat,

acoustic guitar, clean electric guitar accents} Oh,

please let me back inside

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

(I'll be good, I swear!) {stripped back arrangement,

solo acoustic guitar, emotional cracked vocal} 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!)

{full band explosion, maximum energy,

crashing cymbals, soaring group vocals} Just walking home then

Down the wet street (aye,

next week...) {acoustic guitar slows down,

footsteps fading out, tavern sounds in distance,

final chord

ringout}