Lounge
[Verse 1]
There's room for a crowd
Bigger than three and rug enough
Here most of us meet
And treat our souls to some company

[Chorus 1]
Pray
Grant me this waltz
For old times' sake
Listen, they're playing our song

Limp step from the bottom up

[Verse 2]
That was the time of our lives
You and me and going like a coin on the floor
All but one being
A quadruped in patent shiners and sneaky high heels

[Chorus 2]
Now
Don't start a scene
Those were the days
Glamorous memories
Waltz king with his false leg on

[Instrumental]

[Saxophone solo]

[Verse 3]
Drunk and disorderly
By closing time he's made a nuisancе out of himself
Something I wanted to say
Somеthing I wanted to say something I wanted
Dust off the thousand odd soles of tonight
Bristles and rustles the dark
Voices grown fewer and further between
No more than faint from the hall

[Outro]
Late
When the watchman does his round
Huddled up beneath a wall
Someone burns with a low blue flame