saturday night clubbing

the dj's spinning techno,
the mate's cheering 'let's go';
house and hiphop and club and pop,
don't think - just let it flow.

the beat's taking its toll,
the rhythm's losing control;
skipping and leaping and prancing and dancing,
the music's tripping the soul.

the light's getting bright,
the crowd's saying good night;
raising the mug and giving a hug,
proclaiming 'tonight was alright'.

but wait - it's not quite over yet.
'though our clothes are wet and our batteries flat,
and can't quite remember who we've met,
let's stop by that midnight stall,
for supper, coffee, and a little chit-chat.

now the stomach's filled,
and the table's billed;
yawning and stretching and itching and twitching,
we'll leave when the cigarette's killed.
thanks for the fun, i was thrilled;
i better go home now; i'm gonna get grilled!