If we hurry
We could still get out
But time is running out
I'm out the door

No don't worry
We can make last call
The bar tender is Paul
He'll always pour one more

Make a break for the back door
Avoid the front 'cause they won't let you in anymore
Bourbon tall and and some P-funks
Laugh at Paul as he tries to get rid of the drunks

Don't let him call last call

Can you think back
To when we made our pact
To engage ourselves and eachother in this thing we call life?

I'll hold you to it
I'll pull you through it
I won't let go I'm hanging on to twenty-five

Living life like a rockstar
Running straight down the stairs to be first to the bar
Hit my head on the doorjam
Use the wound to pick up some chicks if I can (yeah, right)

I won't grow up
I don't wanna grow up
I'll never grow up
I don't wanna grow up

Don't let them call last call

I found this out
And I have no doubt
If you're not home at midnight you won't age that day

So why stay in?
It'll be your end, my friend
I know your tired but you can sleep when you are dead

Punch me hard in the arm one more time
Make a fool of yourself as we stand in the line
Hanging out with the chicks in the chick band
Make your move and you step into quicksand… but I'll pull you out

Don't let 'em call last call

(guitar solo)

I won't grow up
I don't wanna grow up
I'll never grow up
I don't wanna grow up

Don't let 'em call last call (x4)

If we hurry
We could still get out
But time is running out
So I'm out the door