Open the curtains, let in the catnPut out the black bags, & that will be that,nThe sun will still shine or the rain will still fallnThe clouds will pass by still & that’s about all,nWhen it’s my funeral, springtime won’t waitnYou’ll always be beautiful, & I’ll always be late,nPut on your best dress or come as you arenBut whatever you do, don’t close the bar...nnThere’s De Kroeg & Cross Lances, the Beconsfield Arms,nThe Bell & the Nelson, the Cafe Notre Dame,nThe Gasthof Zur Post & the Cafe Ronsard,nThe Hare & The Hounds & the Stove & the Star,nThe lights on the harbour, your old friend the moon,nA full pint of Fullers, a new Pelforth Brune,nA half of Retsina, a good cafe noirnA handful of peanuts, a nightful of starsnDon’t close the bar....nnHere’s some suggestions of things you could donPut on some punkrock & dance round the room,nPut on some Piaf, then have some Breln& the best sex you can think of in your favourite hotel,nDon’t go to Tescos, blow it all in FNACnBut wherever you do go it won’t bring me backnSo just keep on going, take this guitar,nRecycle my songs with the bottles & jarsnJust don’t close the bar...