Banana Factory Closing Time

. The lights are getting bright, the last sweet drops are poured.

Oh, oh, oh. The clock hand moves so slow,

but soon we lock the door. Oh, oh, oh.

From daiquiris to rum, the night was quick and bright. Oh,

oh, oh. But now the time has come to bid the

stars goodnight. The floor is sticky, yeah, the glasses start

to stack. Hey, hey. It's been a crazy stay,

but there's no turning back. Hear the jungle rhythm fade, hear the final