We've overstayed our welcome,
It is time to leave,
We have seen the sun at its brightest.
Still waiting for a sound of sirens,
To announce the comming ship.
We still stay way past the hour,
of the midnight toll,
We have heard the wind and sea
Still wanting for more,
Before the last plane home.
We drag on and our dear host,
Complaining loudly as she might,
Still let's us linger on and on,
Until that fateful flight,
We're just guests here, be polite.
Just get it man, you're a gay fish.
