The Closing Song

(Vercillo, Grenga, Stevens, Johnson)

Red Peters and Dumpster Punch

intro
It's that time again
we gotta say good night
you know it's getting late
tomorrow is another day my friend

you don't have to go home
but you can't stay here
now you're making me mad
you gonna make me swear

get the fuck outta here
finish up that beer
you might as well call it a night my friend
you gonna have ta
get the fuck out

all right... aha... mmm

maybe I'm outta line
but I'll take the blame
there are no better choice of words
that I can use to explain

get the fuck outta here
finish up that beer
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave my friend
you gonna have to
get the fuck out
get the fuck out

Hey Buddy, I'm talking to you
thanks for comin', now pay your tab and screw
make like a drum and beat it
make like a tree and leave
all you fellas and cinderellas
I'm giving you the heave

ooo, get the fuck outta here
finish up that beer
call it a night old friend
get the fuck out
get the fuck out

so long
arrivederci
sayanara
ciao
good night
Bye bye
so long
farewell
see you later
alligator
in a while
crocodile
say goodnight
get the fuck out
get the fuck outta here
come on
give me a fuckin' break
(customer) "Can I get a refill, please?"
hey, you, fuckface
get outta here
what are you, fuckin' deaf?
yah, you...

© 1999

piano - Ed Grenga
drums - Jim Taft
bass - Tim Archibald
acoustic guitar - Mike "Mr. Bogus" McMahon
saxophone - Bob Gay
trombone - Jeff Galinda
clarinet - Bob Bowlby
vocals - Jon Craig, Buck Taylor, Art Johnson, Ed Grenga, Kook Lawry

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