[ Предположительная тональность: G ] Intro: G . . . |. . . . |D . . . |. . . . | G . . . |. . . . |D . . . |. . . . | G Ah we're drinking and we're dancing G And the band is really happening Em And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high Bm And my very sweet companion Bm She's the Angel of Compassion Em She's rubbing half the world against her thigh C And every drinker every dancer C Lifts a happy face to thank her G B7 Em The fiddler fiddles something so sublime D All the women tear their blouses off D And the men they dance on the polka-dots C And it's partner found, it's partner lost C And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: G It's closing time C Yeah the women tear their blouses off C And the men they dance on the polka-dots G B And it's partner found, it's partner lost Em C And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: G D It's closing time Ah we're lonely, we're romantic And the cider's laced with acid And the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" And the moon is swimming naked And the summer night is fragrant With a mighty expectation of relief So we struggle and we stagger Down the snakes and up the ladder To the tower where the blessed hours chime And I swear it happened just like this: A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss The Gates of Love they budget an inch I can't say much has happened since But closing time I swear it happened just like this: A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss The Gates of Love they budget an inch I can't say much has happened since But closing time, closing time Em I loved you for your beauty Em But that doesn't make a fool of me: D You were in it for your beauty too Em And I loved you for your body Em There's a voice that sounds like God to me A D Declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really, really, really, really you C And I loved you when our love was blessed C And I love you now there's nothing left G B7 Em But sorrow and a sense of overtime D And I missed you since the place got wrecked D And I just don't care what happens next C Looks like freedom but it feels like death C It's something in between, I guess G It's closing time Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex Looks like freedom but it feels like death It's something in between, I guess It's closing time Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing But there's nothing really happening And the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion Gets me fumbling gets me laughing She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth Which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth Except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice And it's once for the devil and it's once for Christ But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights We're busted in the blinding lights Of closing time The whole damn place goes crazy twice And it's once fore the devil and it's once for Christ But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights We're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights Of closing time, closing time G Oh the women tear their blouses off G And the men they dance on the polka-dots D It's closing time And it's partner found, it's partner lost And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's closing time I swear it happened just like this: A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It's closing time The Gates of Love they budget an inch I can't say much has happened since But closing time I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left But closing time I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex It's closing time...