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Toasted (Last Call)

Pour a shot of whiskey for the man’s been far too quiet
Stompin’ at the Sheraton, hellraisin’ at the Hyatt
Martinis stir their souls from Cleveland to Shanghai
and there’s hope tonight in ’Nawlins underneath a bourbon sky

Here’s to the night owls
Here’s where the wolf howls
We celebrate this atmosphere and tip a pint of ice co’ beer
Here’s to our drinkin’ pals

The guit-tar’s growin restless and the mic is running cold
A smokin’ set of rock is not the only smoke we rolled
Clear a path up to the stage, plug in and conjure fire
The house done gone electric and were dancin’ on the wire

Here’s to the rock gods
ears to their iPods
I could shred my own throat or choke on a note
Send ’em up some applause

Seal the deal with Suitor Three or drink and dial the phone
Last call tonight wont see you goin’ home alone
Cruel light of closing time will test libido’s pride
Will she take a chance on after-hours (or will the dude abide)?

Here’s to The Big O
comin’ through in slo-mo
Melting inhibitions down, ask G about that spot he found
curlin’ up your big toe

Here’s to the night owls
Here’s where the wolf howls
We celebrate this atmosphere and tip a pint of ice co’ beer
Here’s to our toasted pals!

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