Last Fucking Call
Last fucking call, time for one more beer
We don't have to go home but we just can't stay here
Last fucking call, time to pay your tab
It's the part of the night that always makes me sad
Last fucking call, here we go again
We're drunk as fuck at the bar at 3am
Last fucking call and the lights are on
But that sure as fuck don't mean that the night is done
Everyone's falling down
Passing one more shot around
'Cause we're not ready to go home
Somebody tell me where
The after party's at and I'll be there
Ready to drink them all
It's last fucking call, time to find your friends
And figure out how the fuck this night will end
Last fucking call might be your last chance
To convince that girl to let you get in her pants
Everyone's stumbling
One more round of shots again
'Cause we're not ready to go home
Somebody tell me where
The after party's at and I'll be there
Ready to drink them all
Now it's time to hit the road
Ten and two with one eye closed
Swerve in and out of lines
You know we had the best of times
Last fucking call, time for one more beer
We don't have to go home but we just can't stay here
Last fucking call, time to pay your tab
It's the part of the night that always makes me sad
Everyone's falling down
Passing one more shot around
'Cause we're not ready to go home
Somebody tell me where
The after party's at and I'll be there
Ready to drink them all
It's last fucking call
We don't have to go home but we just can't stay here
Last fucking call, time to pay your tab
It's the part of the night that always makes me sad
Last fucking call, here we go again
We're drunk as fuck at the bar at 3am
Last fucking call and the lights are on
But that sure as fuck don't mean that the night is done
Everyone's falling down
Passing one more shot around
'Cause we're not ready to go home
Somebody tell me where
The after party's at and I'll be there
Ready to drink them all
It's last fucking call, time to find your friends
And figure out how the fuck this night will end
Last fucking call might be your last chance
To convince that girl to let you get in her pants
Everyone's stumbling
One more round of shots again
'Cause we're not ready to go home
Somebody tell me where
The after party's at and I'll be there
Ready to drink them all
Now it's time to hit the road
Ten and two with one eye closed
Swerve in and out of lines
You know we had the best of times
Last fucking call, time for one more beer
We don't have to go home but we just can't stay here
Last fucking call, time to pay your tab
It's the part of the night that always makes me sad
Everyone's falling down
Passing one more shot around
'Cause we're not ready to go home
Somebody tell me where
The after party's at and I'll be there
Ready to drink them all
It's last fucking call
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Writer(s): Daniel Marsala
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