It’s the last song of the last encore,
The last gig, last night of the tour,
Someone’s just arrived to the stage with a pint for me and,
I can see where this is going,
It could be a long night, hopefully,
But that’s alright by me, that’s right, it’s alright,
Let’s go and let our hair down all over this town tonight.

We’ve been out for a month stop-start and all over,
But now we can relax, unwind and unsober ourselves,
Take over the jukebox, so the tunes are sublime,
Ian’s on the beer and Jamies on the wine.
Or maybe not! Cos I was really, really reaching for a rhyme there,
So come on! Kick back and have a good time.

Next stop is another bar,
It’s the last night of the tour,
And I’ve been trying very hard,
To remember my name and count my fingers and toes,
Not to slur my words or
Talk too much proverbial.

Where are you going with that traffic cone?
Ahh, I’m only holding it for fun, to take a picture on my phone,
Garda, honest! Bit of high spirits, sorry about that,
Just give me a second and I’ll bring it right back,
If I can remember exactly where I got it from, that is,
And pigs might fly… Can I buy you a pint?

Next stop is another bar,
It’s the last night of the tour,
And I’ve been trying very hard,
To remember my name and count my fingers and toes,
Not to slur my words or
Talk too much proverbial.

The last thing I remember we were eating some chips,
They weren’t terribly good but they scratched the itch.
Everybody talking the proverbial shite,
At least I’m not on my own for once in my life,
And now I think it’s time I went and found my bed,
With a pint of water for the pain in my head.