A toast to the last of a dying breed
They're crawling back to bed
They're falling back to sleep
A chill touches the base of your neck
Who'd call by at this hour?
Who's standing at my step?

Alright, we tried to help (x2)
So pull back the cover tonight

I think, and correct me if I'm wrong
This end was meant for you
Since before you were born
So here's to the last of a dying breed
They're crawling back to bed
They're falling back to sleep

Alright, we tried to help (x2)

Shit son, you've got no act
Loosen up those muscles
Straighten up that back

Alright, we tried to help (x2)
So pull back the cover tonight

A toast! To the last of a dying breed
They're crawling back to bed
They're crawling back to sleep