It’s only a quiet few
Not a big night
Then they start to flow
And it just feels right

Just one more round
Then we’ll call time
Why go now
That would be a crime

Beer turns to Jack
There’s no going home
No sun in the Sky
We’re all set to roam

Last orders the shout
The pub winds down
Next stop Binkies
That 3am crowd

The hours fly by
So do the shots
Back to the flat
If we don’t get lost

Drinking till 5
The cupboard now bare
The long walk home
In the cool morning air

Coffee and bacon
The only cure
For a night on the town
Bed now a lure