A toast to the last of a dying breed   They're crawling back to bed   They're falling back to sleep   A chill touches the base of your neck   Who'd call by at this hour?   Who's standing at my step?      Alright, we tried to help (x2)   So pull back the cover tonight      I think, and correct me if I'm wrong   This end was meant for you   Since before you were born   So here's to the last of a dying breed   They're crawling back to bed   They're falling back to sleep      Alright, we tried to help (x2)      Shit son, you've got no act   Loosen up those muscles   Straighten up that back      Alright, we tried to help (x2)   So pull back the cover tonight      A toast! To the last of a dying breed   They're crawling back to bed   They're crawling back to sleep