Track 6 of the album Everyone Gets a Trophy · 2019
Number Forty-Two, Last Bowl Standing
“Stalls are closing, the uncle wipes down the counter and we are the last ones standing. The warmest chorus we ever wrote.”
pop punk · pop punk · hawker-centre punk · 2:30
Lyrics
Stalls are closing, lights go low The uncle wipes his counter slow Plastic stools are stacked up high One last bowl before goodnight I'm broke but I'm hungry He says sit down, kid Hot soup in the steam And I'm happy as a kid Number forty-two, last bowl standing Number forty-two, one more bite Number forty-two, he's not demanding Just says eat up, it's all right Hey, hey, thank you, thank you Hey, hey, goodnight Steam on my glasses, chili on my chin The ladle clangs and the night begins We tell dumb jokes while he counts the till The best late meal I'll ever have I'm broke but I'm hungry He says sit down, kid Hot soup in the steam And I'm happy as a kid Number forty-two, last bowl standing Number forty-two, one more bite Number forty-two, he's not demanding Just says eat up, it's all right Hey, hey, thank you, thank you Hey, hey, goodnight Shutters down, one by one Everybody's going home Full of food and full of fun We are never alone Number forty-two, last bowl standing Number forty-two, one more bite Number forty-two, he's not demanding Just says eat up, it's all right Hey, hey, thank you, thank you Hey, hey, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight Thank you, thank you Goodnight