Lyrics:

Aww right! Long shot lover was a real bun buster Talkin' lethal fantasy Cos the next best thing was nothin' much And the next best thing was me Well, I was workin' on approval So I got her on the rocks And I put her on the tip of my tongue I said, 'Don't get smart with an angel, babe You ain't the girl next door An' we ain't done' Wow! It's a simple fantasy Last Call An' I don't need no drink This is Last Call Could be later than you think Last Call Before they hit the lights This is Last Call But that don't mean goodnight I'm a real good loser Cause I get a lot of practice With the breaks When they're beatin' my boys So I asked her, 'What's the only thing to do in this town?' An' she gives me a multiple choice! It's like Peter Pan an' Tinkerbell Poised on the perverbial brink I asked her, 'How the hell you get in those tight blue jeans?' She said, 'For starters you could buy me a drink...' Gotta stoop to conquer me Last Call An' I don't need no drink This is Last Call Could be later than you think Last Call Wow! Before they hit the lights This is Last Call But that don't mean goodnight I'm a real good loser Cause I get a lot of practice With the breaks When they're beatin' my boys So I asked her, 'What's the only thing to do in this town?' An' she gives me a multiple choice... It's like Peter Pan an' Tinkerbell Poised on the perverbial brink I asked her, 'How the hell you get in those tight blue jeans?' She said, 'For starters you could buy me a drink...' It was...-ac