Last Orders

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[Pre-Chorus: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, building]
Six months back, a glass went round
Every coin we had, we put it down

[Chorus: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, belted, the guitars wide open]
Last orders, but it isn't the last
Raise your glass to the ones in the glass
Ring the bell, let it ring out loud
Last orders, but it isn't the last

[Verse 2: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, declaring, gathering]
Mick put in his pension, Sandra put in her tips
Big Dave put in the money from his fishing trips
Students put in coppers and the band put in a gig
Old Jean put in the cash from her mattress, it was big
Every single Friday, the glass went round
Every single Friday, it was weighing us down
Nobody counted it, nobody dared
Just a pint glass full of everybody's care

[Bridge: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, declaring, the band thins to guitar and tambourine]
Final night and the landlord's eyes are red
Hand on the bell like he's waking the dead
Then Sandra walks up, puts the glass on the bar
Says count it, love, that's who we are
He counts and he counts and he sits on the stool
Says that's the deposit, you lot are fools

[Verse 3: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, bell on the downbeat, the band lands with the bell]
So he rings it once and it's last orders done
And he rings it again for the first ones
Whole pub roaring and the jukebox on
Same three songs and we're singing every one
Name on the deed is the name of the street
Every regular owns a chair and a seat

[Chorus: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, belted, the guitars wide open, the biggest it gets]
Last orders, but it isn't the last
Raise your glass to the ones in the glass
Ring the bell, let it ring out loud
Last orders, but it isn't the last

[Outro: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, warm and loud, the bell rings out and fades]
First orders
Mine's a pint

[End]

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[Verse 1: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, declaring, broad and loud] Corner of the street where the buses turn Sticky carpet, sticky tables, the fire that burns Dartboard with a hole where my brother missed Jukebox with the same three songs on the list Sign on the window come in Monday last Developers coming with the plans and the cash Fourteen flats where the bar used to be Fourteen strangers in the place that raised me [Pre-Chorus: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, building] Six months back, a glass went round Every coin we had, we put it down [Chorus: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, belted, the guitars wide open] Last orders, but it isn't the last Raise your glass to the ones in the glass Ring the bell, let it ring out loud Last orders, but it isn't the last [Verse 2: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, declaring, gathering] Mick put in his pension, Sandra put in her tips Big Dave put in the money from his fishing trips Students put in coppers and the band put in a gig Old Jean put in the cash from her mattress, it was big Every single Friday, the glass went round Every single Friday, it was weighing us down Nobody counted it, nobody dared Just a pint glass full of everybody's care [Chorus: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, belted, the guitars wide open] Last orders, but it isn't the last Raise your glass to the ones in the glass Ring the bell, let it ring out loud Last orders, but it isn't the last [Bridge: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, declaring, the band thins to guitar and tambourine] Final night and the landlord's eyes are red Hand on the bell like he's waking the dead Then Sandra walks up, puts the glass on the bar Says count it, love, that's who we are He counts and he counts and he sits on the stool Says that's the deposit, you lot are fools [Verse 3: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, bell on the downbeat, the band lands with the bell] So he rings it once and it's last orders done And he rings it again for the first ones Whole pub roaring and the jukebox on Same three songs and we're singing every one Name on the deed is the name of the street Every regular owns a chair and a seat [Chorus: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, belted, the guitars wide open, the biggest it gets] Last orders, but it isn't the last Raise your glass to the ones in the glass Ring the bell, let it ring out loud Last orders, but it isn't the last [Outro: Declaring Yorkshire male lead, warm and loud, the bell rings out and fades] First orders Mine's a pint [End]

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