G D G D

             G
1. Ah, we're drinking and we're dancing
   And the band is really happening
           Em
   And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
          Hm
   And my very sweet companion
   She's the Angel of Compassion
             Em
   And she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
             C
   And every drinker, every dancer
   Lifts a happy face to thank her
           G               H7              Em
   And the fiddler fiddles something so sublime

           D
2. All the women tear their blouses off
   The men they dance on the polka dots
            C
   And it's partner found and it's partner lost
   And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
        G
   It's closing time
             C
   Yeah, the women tear their blouses off
   The men they dance on the polka dots
            G                      H7
   And it's partner found and it's partner lost
            Em                   C
   And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
        G         D
   It's closing time   

         G
3. We're lonely, we're romantic
   And the cider's laced with acid
           Em
   And the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
           Hm
   And the moon is swimming naked
   And the summer night is fragrant
          Em
   With a mighty expectation of relief

         C
4. So we struggle and we stagger
   Down the snakes and up the ladder
          G               H7            Em
   To the tower where the blessed hours chime
         D
   And I swear it happened just like this:
   A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
       C
   The Gates of Love they budged an inch
   I can't say much has happened since
       G
   But closing time
     C
   I swear it happned just like this:
   A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
       G                  H7
   The Gates of Love they budged an inch
     Em                 C
   I can't say much has happened since
   (can't say much has happned since, can't say much has happened since)
       G             D
   But closing time, closing time

     Em
*: I loved you for your beauty
   But that doesn't make a fool of me
   Hm
   You were in it for your beauty too
         Em
   And I loved you for your body
   There's a voice that sounds like God to me
   A                                A7
   Declaring (declaring) declaring (declaring)
   D
   Declaring that you're body's really you (really really really really)
     C
   I loved you when our love was blessed
   I love you now there's nothing left
       G            H7           Em
   But sorrow and a sense of overtime

         D
5. And I miss you since the place got wrecked
   But I just don't care what happens next
   C
   Looks like freedom but it feels like death
   It's something in between, I guess
        G
   It's closing time
           C
   Yeah. I miss you since the place got wrecked
   by the winds of change and the weeds of sex
   G                         H7
   looks like freedom but it feels like death
        Em             C
   it's something in between, I guess
        G           D
   it's closing time

               G
6. Yeah, we're drinking and we're dancing
   But there's nothing really happening
       Em
   The place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
          Hm
   And my very close companion
   Gets me fumbing gets me laughing
           Em
   She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight

         C
7. And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
   Which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
     G              H7            Em
   Except to say it isn't worth a dime
           D
   And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
   And it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ
           C
   But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
   We're busted in the blinding lights
      G
   Of closing time
       C
   The whole damn place goes crazy twice
   And it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ
           G                     H7
   But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
         Em            C
   We're busted in the blinding lights
   (busted in the blinding lights)
   Busted in the blinding lights
      G             D
   Of closing time, closing time

           G
8. Oh, the women tear their blouses off
   And the men they dance on the polka dots,
        D
   It's closing time
            G
   And it's partner found, and it's partner lost
   And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
        D
   It's closing time
     G
   I swear it happned just like this:
   A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss,
        D
   It's closing time
       G
   The gates of love they budged an inch
   I can't say much has happned since
       D
   But closing time
     G
   I loved you when our love was blessed
   I love you now, there's nothing left
       D
   But closing time
         G
   And I missed you since our place gor wrecked
   By the winds of change and the weeds of sex,
        D
   It's closing time