Last call.
Not for us. Hey, hey, don't you go.
Not tonight, here we go. Nobody's going home tonight.
Turn it up and hold me tight.
One more round, one more round.
Baby, don't you slow it down.
Lights go low and the bass goes loud.
Give me one more round.
One more round. Look, clock says three, but the night is young.
Got your name on the tip of my tongue.
DJ looks at us like, "Are you for real?" We just laugh, 'cause we know how we feel.
Security waving, "Time to go." We say, "One more song," and he says, "No." Then the speakers kick in, the
whole room shakes. Nobody's leaving, whatever it takes.
Oh, yeah. Hey,
hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, don't you go.