The Night's Alive and A-Shiver

~ The night's alive and a-shiver ~ The moon's a sliver a hammock without strings a pale banana with wings The night's alive and a-shiver Just you and me on a musical spree hitting the clubs, dancing up a storm sleek in our costumes, displaying fine form Doing the splits cross the floor, spread-kneed The hour grows late, but what do we care feeling boundless energy nearly exploding at midnight we drink a toast to re-loading Ahead of us lay new and brave dares Tick-tock, one o'clock; it is already two Our hearts are still young, but our feat feel weary We retreat to a corner, vision somewhat bleary So we sing Auld Lang Syne and down a few... Brrrrrriiiing goes the alarm. 6 am. Can it be? Time to shake a leg, get out ahead of the day The music and dancing yet whirling in our heads We turn off the blinking alarm, and go back to bed