Songtext:
Let the waitress put the chairs up,
let the glasses that she broke
form a picture of our leader
with a halo made of smoke
Let the golden oldies station
crackle and come through
with a final benediction
we'll hum along to,
before we say goodnight
Let our talk about the ball game
and the weather show we care,
like a sound we didn't notice
until it stopped and left us there
with the traffic and our heartbeats
beating in straight time
Let our hatred and affection
march in the same line,
before we say goodnight
Oh, protect our secret handshake
Once more, with feeling,
let the toast to absent members
push through the ceiling,
before we say goodnight
let the glasses that she broke
form a picture of our leader
with a halo made of smoke
Let the golden oldies station
crackle and come through
with a final benediction
we'll hum along to,
before we say goodnight
Let our talk about the ball game
and the weather show we care,
like a sound we didn't notice
until it stopped and left us there
with the traffic and our heartbeats
beating in straight time
Let our hatred and affection
march in the same line,
before we say goodnight
Oh, protect our secret handshake
Once more, with feeling,
let the toast to absent members
push through the ceiling,
before we say goodnight
