[Verse 1] The clock says half past midnight, The bartender's had enough, The chairs are climbing onto tables, And he's looking pretty rough. He's shouting, "Drink the bloody thing, I'm not here all damn night!" But the fiddle's still screaming, And the crowd feels just right. [Chorus] One more round before closing, One more song before we go, One more lie about the old days, One more story everybody knows. Raise your glass, you bastards, Let the whole damn city hear, We've survived another week, So bring us one more beer! [Verse 2] Tommy's dancing with a barstool, Mary's singing out of key, The old lads at the corner table Are debating history. Nobody's making any sense, Nobody seems to care, Because every broken soul tonight Has found a family here. [Chorus] One more round before closing, One more song before we go, One more lie about the old days, One more story everybody knows. Raise your glass, you bastards, Let the whole damn city hear, We've survived another week, So bring us one more beer! [Bridge] Tomorrow brings the rent again, Tomorrow brings the pain, Tomorrow brings the working week And cold and bloody rain. But tonight we're rich as kings, And tonight we've got our crew, And for a couple hours longer That's enough to get us through. [Breakdown] HEY! One more round! HEY! Sing it loud! HEY! We're not leaving yet! [Final Chorus] One more round before closing, One more roar before the night, One more chance to tell the world That we're still here and still alright. Raise your glass, you bastards, Till the bartender appears, Shouting: "Get the hell out, all of you!" And everybody cheers. [Outro] The lights come up, The music dies, The last pint disappears, But we'll be back next Friday night For one more round of beers.
