Last Song, Last Call - Bigwig

Jersey in my rearview is always a bitter sweet sight

20 hour drive with eight and the gear is packed tight

And now the neighbors are complaining

That everyone’s singing

The cops are shutting down the show

Last song is here but no one wants to go

Not 'til it’s done

What?

That’s bullshit

You got nothing better to do than to break up our fun?

Shut the f**king place down!

Smashers on the box, cheap drinks, and we’re feeling alright

A mystic isle welcoming toast tonight

Take two and pass it

Everyone’s dancing

Bartender’s turning off the sound

That means last call is here so drink 'em down

And everyone out!

What?

That’s Bullshit

It’s not even 1:59

Dirty just bought a round

Shut the f**king place down!

Designated drunk just fell flat on his face

We’re not moving

Supposed to leave at midnight now it’s past eight

Now we’re f**king late!

So everyone in!

What?

That’s bullshit!

Get back in the van just do it all again

But now it’s f**king broken