Karaoké Closing Time Leonard Cohen

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening

And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high

And my very sweet companion

She's the Angel of Compassion

She's rubbing half the world against her thigh

And every drinker, every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her

The fiddler fiddles something so sublime

All the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots

And it's partner found

And it's partner lost

And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops

It's closing time

Yeah the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots

And it's partner found

And it's partner lost

And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops

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 budged 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 budged an inch

I can't say much has happened since

But closing time

Closing time

I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me

You were in it for your beauty too

And I loved you for your body

There's a voice that sounds like God to me

Declaring

Declaring

Declaring that your body's really you

And I loved you when our love was blessed

And I love you now there's nothing left

But sorrow and a sense of overtime

And I missed you since the place got wrecked

And I just don't care what happens next

Looks like freedom but it feels like death

It's something in between

I guess

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 for the devil

And it's once for Christ

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

Oh the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots

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

And I swear it happened just like this

A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss

It's closing time

The Gates of Love they budged 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

And I miss you since the place got wrecked by the winds of change and the weeds of sex

It's closing time