Final Hurrah - Paul Westerberg

All of the sun

That New York will allow

Is taking one last bow

And left

Let’s throw this night

To the fuckin' wind

Don’t ever want to hear

These words again

If only we had

I wish we did

You’re my latest last chance

My final hurrah

This day went so fast

I barely even saw you

Clap your hands

And stamp your skinny wrists

Cross me off your list

In the sand

And throw this night

To the fuckin' wind

I don’t ever want to hear

These words again

If only we had

I wish we did

You’re my latest last chance

My final hurrah

This day went so fast

I barely even saw you writhe

You barely even saw me cry

I barely even saw you

You’re my latest last chance

My final hurrah

This day went so fast

My final hurrah

In your black satin pants

My final hurrah

My final hurrah

My final hurrah

My final hurrah