Pop the Weasel - Last Chance Saloon

Nowhere to crash, I've been sleeping on floors
I'm right out of cash, can't see where I'll get more
Had it up to here with her indoors
I need another pint Man-let it pour
Had a full-English at me local Greasy Spoon
Drinking light and bitter all afternoon
I know a band plays all the right tunes
It's looking like a lock-in down the last chance saloon

More than a pony and a packet snout
Been feeling pretty lonely since they let me out
But I've got mates so I gives 'em a shout
Though it's getting late it was never in doubt
I've been on the wagon since the middle of June
Now I'm on a mission like Cooper in High Noon
I swear I'll get the sweats if I don't get there soon
I think I need a lock-in down the Last Chance Saloon

Same old story, same old nights
The last order's bell's the start of a fight
It's always the same down the old Half Moon
It looks just like a lock-in down the Last Chance Saloon
Heaven, I'm in 'eaven

Right bang on eleven we'll hear that bell
As we arrive in heaven we're sent to hell
John there in the bogs he'll still have sh*t to sell
He'll say that it's the dogs but you never can tell
Then we're told to drink-up by the Guvnor's goons
Looking like some right ones from an old cartoon
Always the same down the old Half Moon
It looks just like a lock-in down the Last Chance Saloon

Same old stories, same old blokes
Same old lies over a couple of smokes
It's always the same down the old Half Moon
It looks just like a lock-in down the Last Chance Saloon

Written by:
Stephen Christopher

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