Friday night, looking for love
I'm the last one left in the club
Shaky hands, legs are weak
Got a problem, so it seems

Last in the club

Signing out, working week
Feel the night at its peak
Scan the room for eyes to meet
In reflection, only me

Last in the club
Last in the club

Find a light, the smoker's seat
Conversation on repeat
Closing time scross the street
Open doors, it's only me

Last in the club
Last in the club
Last in the club
Last in the club
Last in the club
Last in the club