Closing Time

So today is this tart's official last day of 2006 in the bacon making factory! And I couldn't be happier... Have never wanted or wished time to windle away so quickly! What a year it has been: monumental hook-ups, massive and huge debaucherious piss-ups, a few fuck-ups (naturally not this tart's fault) and then of course the usual hum drum of everyday live in this concrete jungle I call home...

I am especially looking forward to the boozy, jam jar filled lunch that Super H, Crombie plus moi will be having... Gotta love Primi! But in the meantime, while I sit here and watch the clock tick tocking away, I have but one song in my head that truly encapsulates the beauty of the last day of work...

Closing time - time for you to go out, go out into the world.
Closing time - turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time - one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time - you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.

I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...

Closing time - time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
Closing time - this room won't be open 'til your brothers or you sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits - I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time - every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

Yeah, I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...

Closing time - time for you to go back to the places you will be from...

I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
I know who I want to take me home.
Take me home...

Closing time - every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...