Half past two in the morning
Folks have left the music hall
Across the room a barmaid’s yawning
A cleaner’s wiping by the wall
Half past two in the morning well in to the night
Half past two in the morning well in to the night
Lights are out on this murky stage
Empty chairs and tables on the floor
Our gig just wrote another page
Faint voices from the back-stage door
Half past two in the morning well in to the night
Half past two in the morning well in to the night
One last beer now makes the round
And smoke is in the air
Soon we all are homeward bound
A brimming ashtray on the snare
With blisters on our fingertips
Our voices rather hoarse
Aching heads and creaky hips
But excitement high of course
Half past two in the morning well in to the night
Half past two in the morning well in to the night
Half past two in the morning
Tunes are ringing through our head
Soon a new day is dawning
But now it’s time for bed