Last Call
Bill Hicks Lyrics


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I was riding a train, or maybe a bar,
In the winter of ought, in the new century,
With Millennium Bud, and phones without wires,
And my gal had gone off with a life all her own,
Stead of being a hunnerd percent homemakin' girl,
And as tough as I was wasn't all that tough,
And I noticed my Bud had gone flat at the end
Just like beers before 2000 tended to do,
And I looked at the clock saying quarter to 2,
So I went off to bed with myself.

Well work had got slow cause I do it outside,
So I made it my work to come night after night,
The 'tenders were friendly and shown me a trick--
"Drink it faster," they said, "and it never gets flat."
I'll have to admit they were right about that.
(You might even want to take note of this fact,
But remember--like a guy also told me one time--
"You must keep in mind that you can't drink it all.")
An expert's approach, if there ever was one,
To the problem exposed by the dreaded "Last call."

So anyhow one night a drifter came in
And swayed down the aisle in his long cowboy coat,
His spurs making tiny Oooommmm-ish like notes,
And the moon making sparkles on his buckles and irons,
And he sat down beside me and ordered a brew.
"How far is this engine takin' this rig?"
I asked him--a kind of a "howdy" I guess--
And he looked at me gently, like Clint Eastwood would,
And drew his revolver, gave the chambers a whack
And said with a smile, "It's a circular track."

This puzzled me greatly and grieved me no end:
I had always believed we were going straight up,
Or maybe straight down--it depended on luck
And the good lord's intentions, whatever they was,
And then there was whatever the hell we might do,
With the millennimum intelligence we was give--
But ole Clint he jes smiled, and sucked on his smoke,
Like he thought it was some kind o cosmical joke
And he sez to me, "Bud, there's no reason for hope;
But then there's no particular call for despair."

This astounded me more, I was shocked and amazed,
And I must have looked startled, as he chucked at my chin,
And ordered us both one more for the road.
"Listen Bud," he repeated, "it comes round again.
It goes over and over, the whole blessed time,
Like wieners from Frosty, like Coronas and lime.
Ain't no need to sweat it, grab on and have fun,
There won't be no remembrin' when next you've begun."
Then he vanished, a wraith fading out in the air,
And that there is his coat, lying over that chair.





And you can believe it, or call me a liar--
While I have me a drink, warm my feet at the fire!

Overall Meaning

The song "Last Call" by Bill Hicks is a poetic and somewhat melancholic reflection on life and the passage of time. The singer is riding a train or sitting in a bar, drinking a Budweiser, and thinking about his life. He notes that the world has changed, with phones without wires and a new century that has dawned. He also mentions the loss of his girlfriend, who has decided to pursue a life of her own instead of being a homemaker. As he finishes his beer, he muses on the fact that it has gone flat, just like beers before 2000 tended to do. He goes to bed alone, perhaps feeling empty and disconnected from the world around him.


The second part of the song focuses on a conversation with a drifter who enters the bar. This cowboy-like figure is enigmatic and philosophical, telling the singer that life is a circular track with no particular reason for hope or despair. He encourages the singer to enjoy the ride and not to worry too much about the future or the past. The drifter then disappears, leaving his coat behind as a strange reminder of his presence.


Overall, "Last Call" is a meditation on the passage of time, the futility of worrying about the future, and the need to find joy in the present moment. Bill Hicks was known for his incisive social commentary and biting humor, but this song shows a more introspective, vulnerable side of his artistry.


Line by Line Meaning

I was riding a train, or maybe a bar,
I do not quite remember where I was, but it was during winter in the new century and I was drinking a millennium Bud and feeling melancholic over my girlfriend leaving me to pursue her own life.


With Millennium Bud, and phones without wires,
I was drinking a new Budweiser beer called Millennium Bud, and there were phones around that did not have wires connecting them to the landline.


Stead of being a hunnerd percent homemakin' girl,
Instead of being the traditional 100 percent homemaker that women usually were back then, my girlfriend decided to pursue her own life.


And as tough as I was wasn't all that tough,
Although I believed that I was tough, in reality, I wasn't as tough as I thought.


Just like beers before 2000 tended to do,
The beer had gone flat, which is what used to happen to beers before the year 2000.


So I went off to bed with myself.
I decided to go to sleep alone since my girlfriend was no longer with me.


Well work had got slow cause I do it outside,
Since I had an outdoor job, work had slowed down for me during winter.


The 'tenders were friendly and shown me a trick--
The bartenders were friendly towards me and showed me a trick to keep my beer from going flat by drinking it faster.


"Drink it faster," they said, "and it never gets flat."
The bartenders advised me to drink my beer faster, promising that it would never go flat.


But remember--like a guy also told me one time--
It is important to remember that you cannot drink too much, as someone once told me.


An expert's approach, if there ever was one,
This trick was sage advice from an expert beer drinker.


To the problem exposed by the dreaded "Last call."
The trick addressed the issue of last call, which signaled the end of drinking at the bar for that night.


So anyhow one night a drifter came in
On one night, a drifter walked in the bar.


And he sat down beside me and ordered a brew.
The drifter sat beside me and ordered a drink.


This puzzled me greatly and grieved me no end:
What the drifter said confused and saddened me.


But ole Clint he jes smiled, and sucked on his smoke,
The drifter, who I nicknamed Clint after Clint Eastwood, smiled and puffed on his cigarette.


Like he thought it was some kind o cosmical joke
Clint seemed to find the situation hilarious on a cosmic level.


And he sez to me, "Bud, there's no reason for hope;
Clint told me that there was no reason to have hope.


But then there's no particular call for despair."
But there was also no reason to feel despair.


There won't be no remembrin' when next you've begun."
We would forget our current situation when the next day began.


While I have me a drink, warm my feet at the fire!
I sat by the fire, drinking, and warming my feet as I processed Clint's words.




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