James Booth & The Return - Thursday Night At The Whit

SHHHHHH
Oooooooooo-oooooooooh
Aaaaaaaaaa-aaa-aaaaaaaah
Looking at your lips
And I can notice
That the
Memories are gone
The memories are gone
The memories are gone
Forever
Ooooooooh-ooooooooooh
Well, I walk into the room
And I've got trouble on my shirt
It's a quarter nine
I've an empty mind
And the air I'm breathin' hurts
Italian smell creeps up my nose
They're cooking up the goods
And all my friends
Are sittin' down
With goodwill from the woods
I see Jordin, Johnny and a girl
Who's making out with Chase
The way she moves on him
It's like she's breathing out his face
I see Sid with Misha and she says
"I wouldn't wanna be ya"
It's just another typical Thursday Night
At Whitney's Pizzeria
It's nearing eleven-o-clock
The place is shaking up
We dance around like manic clowns
Booze in kiddie cups
The riot's home and here to stay
The owners get annoyed
With the college kids making a mess
And all their tricks employed
And Laura's doing shimmies
Without wearing any shoes
The seniors in the back
Are talking up their separate news
In the corner all the boys
Are huddled around Lovely Lia
It's just another typical Thursday Night
At Whitney's Pizzeria
Oh, it's getting oh so crazy in here
I'm getting so high off my fear
Well, I walk around, pretend I'm drunk
Oh, I know, I'm such a punk
Honey
OH YEAH
It's well past 1AM and now
The party's losing steam
I feel like a Turkish tyke
In Sisyphean dream
I think I've had about enough
My stomach's going to burst
Unless, of course, that is
I can fit in one last brautwurst
I wait outside and hail a cab
Out in the freezing cold
And see a group of rats
Chewing on pizza 2 weeks old
I hop into the caravan
Without a word of "See Ya"
It's just another typical Thursday Night
At Whitney's Pizzeria
Looking at your lips
And I can notice
That the memories are
Gone

Written by:
James Booth

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