Songtexte: Paul Westerberg. Final Hurrah.

All of the sun that New York will allow
Is taking one last bow and left
Let's throw this night to the fuckin' wind
Don't ever want to hear these words again
If only we had, I wish that we did

You're my latest last chance, my final hurrah
This day went so fast, I barely even saw you

Clap your hands and stamp your skinny wrists
Cross me off your list in the sand
And throw this night to the fuckin' wind
I don't ever want to hear these words again
Oh if only we had, I wish we did

You're my latest last chance, my final hurrah
This day went so fast, I barely even saw you write
Barely even saw me cry, barely even saw you, oh yeah

You're my latest last chance, my final hurrah
The day went so fast, my final hurrah
In your black satin pants, my final hurrah
My final hurrah, my final hurrah, my final hurrah