Track 11 of the album Midnight Mallets · 2016
Wok Fire, Closing Time Shuffle
“The last fire in the wok and lanterns swinging. A closing-time shuffle to send everybody home happy.”
jazz-pop · groove jazz · lounge pop · 3:11
Lyrics
Last fire's burning in the wok The lanterns swing and sway Counting up the coins and bowls At the end of a long day Chairs get stacked, the radio plays A shuffle in the street Everybody's tired and happy Tapping with their feet Closing time, closing time Everybody's feeling fine Wash the pots and pass the tea Tap along with me Closing time, closing time The night is ours and thine One more song and one more plate Nobody's going home late The grandma at the noodle stall Does a little dance The boy who mops the floor Gives the night a chance We share the last of the dumplings And laugh at nothing much The rain comes down on the awning Like a gentle touch Closing time, closing time Everybody's feeling fine Wash the pots and pass the tea Tap along with me Closing time, closing time The night is ours and thine One more song and one more plate Nobody's going home late Turn the sign around Lock the little door Tomorrow we'll be back again But tonight we want one more Closing time, closing time Everybody's feeling fine Wash the pots and pass the tea Tap along with me Closing time, closing time The night is ours and thine One more song and one more plate Nobody's going home late Closing time Everybody's feeling fine