Leonard Cohen's "Closing Time".
He has performed this in many counties, live.
There are variation in his lyrics, slight variations.
Order now, as last call is nearing the closing hour.

All the women tear their blouses off
And the men they dance on the polka-dots...

I do enjoy the way the rhythm the lyrics have.
As the song goes on, the scene evolves from
the closing of the bar, to the concluding
of a relationship, to the end of life.

I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
And I missed you since the place got wrecked
and I just don't care what happens next
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
It's closing time