Sloka:
Em
Come see a living, breathing spectacle only seen right here
G
It's your last chance in this lifetime, the line forms at the rear
Am
You won't believe your eyes
Your eyes will not believe your ears
C
Get your money out, get ready
Em
Step right up, yeah you, come here
Em
You ain't seen nothing like him, he's the last one of the breed
G
Better hold on to your, honey
Honeys, don't forget to breathe
Am
Enter at your own risk, mister
It might change the way you think
C
There's no dancers, there's no diamonds
Em
No, this boy don't lip synch
Ref.:
G D
Here's the last man standing
Am Em
Step right up, here's the real thing
G D
The last chance of a lifetime
C D Em
Come and see, hear, feel… the real thing
See those real live calloused fingers wrapped around those guitar strings
Kiss the lips where hurt has lingered
It breaks your heart to hear them sing
The songs were more than music, they were pictures from the soul
So keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk
And your digital downloads
Here's the last man standing
Step right up, here's the real thing
The last chance of a lifetime
To come and see, hear, feel… the real thing
Em
Take your seats, now folks – it's showtime
Hey, Patrick, hit the lights
G
There's something in the air, there's magic in the night
Am
Now here's the band, the really play
I'll count the first one in
C
I don't know where it's going
Em
We all know where it's been
Here's the last man standing
Step right up, here's the real thing
The last chance of a lifetime
To come and see, hear, feel…
The last man standing
Step right up, here's the real thing
The last chance of a lifetime
Come and see, hear, feel…
The real thing, the real thing, the real thing, the real thing…
Akordy pořád stejné, jak ve sloce tak v refrénu !!!!!!!!