Drink 'Til We Go Home

Drink til we go home-Lucy Spraggan
It's the 24th night and its 20 past 9, there's a band on the stage by the bar.
There's some blokes shouting cheers and they're spilling their beers I don't care cause it's here where we are.
And they start their set with fairytales of new york sounds as beautiful as you look.
And my only wish this Christmas is to walk home in the snow.
And to drink til we go home.
(oh-oh drink til we go home)
It's getting late and we're starting to sway as we're watching the families leave.
They're forming a line as they're saying goodbye and it's all spilling onto the street.
When the curtains close the ashtrays come out.
And the doors are bolted the cold can stay out.
And my only wish this Christmas is to walk home in the snow.
And to drink til we go home.
Drink til we go home.
There's tinsel wrapped round ya you're listening to Slade.
And the place is lit up green and red.
There's a tree on its side and I'm drinking more wine.
Its already gone to my head.
When the final orders bell starts ringing.
Grab a strangers hand and don't stop singing.
Cause my only wish this Christmas is to walk home in the snow.
And to drink til we go home.
Drink til we go home.
Drink til we go home.
Drink til we go home.
Well the bar mans had enough
So we're walking hand in hand. Not a single snowflake on the ground.
Well, all I really wish for is to be with you anyway.
And to drink til we go home.
Drink til we go home.
Drink til we go home.
Drink til we go home.
Drink til we go home.