Songtexte Last Man at the Party - Jethro Tull
                                                Sister 
                                                Bridget 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                stair
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                glass 
                                                of 
                                                wine 
                                                and 
                                                she′s 
                                                almost 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cousin 
                                                Jimmy 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                beer 
                                                and 
                                                he's 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Friends 
                                                and 
                                                neighbours 
                                                come 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                Waste 
                                                no 
                                                time 
                                                we′re 
                                                heaven-bound
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                not 
                                                before 
                                                we 
                                                raise 
                                                    a 
                                                glass 
                                                to 
                                                good 
                                                camaraderie
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stinky 
                                                Joe 
                                                from 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                street
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fell 
                                                right 
                                                over 
                                                his 
                                                own 
                                                three 
                                                feet
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                doubled 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                outside 
                                                loo
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                taste 
                                                again 
                                                the 
                                                devil's 
                                                brew
 
                                    
                                
                                                Friends 
                                                and 
                                                neighbours 
                                                come 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                Waste 
                                                no 
                                                time 
                                                we′re 
                                                heaven-bound
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                not 
                                                before 
                                                we 
                                                raise 
                                                    a 
                                                glass 
                                                to 
                                                good 
                                                camaraderie
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                make 
                                                yourselves 
                                                jolly 
                                                under 
                                                mistletoe, 
                                                holly 
                                                and 
                                                ivy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                to 
                                                it 
–                                                and 
                                                be 
                                                in 
                                                good 
                                                cheer
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                it′s 
                                                all 
                                                over: 
                                                pigs 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                clover
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                man 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                party 
                                                wish 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                happy 
                                                New 
                                                Year?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                house 
                                                is 
                                                jumping, 
                                                suppers 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Curried 
                                                goat 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                paper 
                                                cup
 
                                    
                                
                                                Forks 
                                                of 
                                                plastic, 
                                                knives 
                                                of 
                                                tin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                cares 
                                                what 
                                                state 
                                                the 
                                                goat 
                                                is 
                                                in?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                gift 
                                                of 
                                                song
 
                                    
                                
                                                Has 
                                                brought 
                                                his 
                                                pal 
                                                to 
                                                sing 
                                                along
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                they're 
                                                turning 
                                                up 
                                                old 
                                                Frank 
                                                Sinatra 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                stereo
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                make 
                                                yourselves 
                                                jolly 
                                                under 
                                                mistletoe, 
                                                holly 
                                                and 
                                                ivy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                to 
                                                it 
–                                                and 
                                                be 
                                                in 
                                                good 
                                                cheer
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                it′s 
                                                all 
                                                over: 
                                                pigs 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                clover
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                man 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                party 
                                                wish 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                happy 
                                                New 
                                                Year?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sister 
                                                Bridget 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                stair
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                glass 
                                                of 
                                                wine 
                                                and 
                                                she's 
                                                almost 
                                                there.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cousin 
                                                Jimmy 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                beer 
                                                and 
                                                he′s 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Friends 
                                                and 
                                                neighbours 
                                                come 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                Waste 
                                                no 
                                                time 
                                                we're 
                                                heaven-bound
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                not 
                                                before 
                                                we 
                                                raise 
                                                    a 
                                                glass 
                                                to 
                                                good 
                                                camaraderie
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                make 
                                                yourselves 
                                                jolly 
                                                under 
                                                mistletoe, 
                                                holly 
                                                and 
                                                ivy.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                to 
                                                it 
–                                                and 
                                                be 
                                                in 
                                                good 
                                                cheer
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                it′s 
                                                all 
                                                over: 
                                                pigs 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                clover
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                man 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                party 
                                                wish 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                happy 
                                                New 
                                                Year?
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                make 
                                                yourselves 
                                                jolly 
                                                under 
                                                mistletoe, 
                                                holly 
                                                and 
                                                ivy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                to 
                                                it 
–                                                and 
                                                be 
                                                in 
                                                good 
                                                cheer
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                over: 
                                                pigs 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                clover
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                man 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                party 
                                                wish 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                happy 
                                                New 
                                                Year?
 
                                    
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