Last Call at the Starlite

Well it’s last call at The Starlite Lounge
And she’s up on stage and she won’t get down
And the wallflowers order up one more round
She want’s to stay up and play

And from their brows the sweat does pour
Well the temperature must be 34
And they almost scuffed right through the floor
I heard somebody say

“Open up the doors for the heat
Let the music pour into the street”
Now everyone’s up on their feet
It’ll soon be the light of day

There’s garments flying everywhere
And all the girls put up their hair
Got their shoes kicked off, sure they don’t care
They’re stayin’ out all night

And she’s jumpin’ like a snowshoe hare
And all the by’s right on the tear
Well they must have had more than their share
Now the dance floor’s packed in tight

Well the barkeep shouts, we don’t hear a sound
Now she’s turning chairs all upside down
Well it’s last call at the Starlite Lounge
Minnie’s shuttin’ her down tonight

written by Damian Lethbridge