(Verse 1) Woke up in the chip shop haze, Ketchup stains on me old blue jeans, Queue’s a mile long, but the beer’s on tap, Everyone’s chatting ‘bout last night’s dreams. She’s got a laugh like a busted amp, He’s spilling lager down his mate’s lap, We shuffle forward, elbows sharp, This is the night we own the map. (Chorus) Oh, midnight queue, we’re all in line, Dancing sideways, feeling fine! Bottles clinking, hearts on fire, Raise a glass to the mad desire! Queue up, queue up, don’t you stop, Till the lights go out and the coppers drop! Midnight queue, yeah, we’re alive, In this chaos, we all thrive! (Verse 2) DJ’s spinning that old Oasis track, But we’re too pissed to even care, Someone’s nicking chips from the bloke behind, And the barmaid’s winking like she don’t mind. Fists in the air for no reason at all, Spilling secrets in the cigarette stall, From the council flat to the neon glow, This party’s the only show we know. (Chorus) Oh, midnight queue, we’re all in line, Dancing sideways, feeling fine! Bottles clinking, hearts on fire, Raise a glass to the mad desire! Queue up, queue up, don’t you stop, Till the lights go out and the coppers drop! Midnight queue, yeah, we’re alive, In this chaos, we all thrive! (Bridge) Slow it down now, feel the buzz, Sweat and smoke and a stolen kiss, One more round before the dawn creeps in, We’ll chase the thrill till the bitter end. (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh…) (Chorus - Outro) Oh, midnight queue, we’re all in line, Dancing sideways, feeling fine! (Whoa-oh!) Bottles clinking, hearts on fire, Raise a glass to the mad desire! (Whoa-oh!) Queue up, queue up, don’t you stop, Till the lights go out and the coppers drop! Midnight queue, yeah, we’re alive, In this chaos… we survive! (Fade out with raucous cheers and guitar fuzz)
