"Dead Dog Time" 
Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien, on the last night of Marcon 1999. 
At about 4 AM, not long after I discovered that you could do 
the Macarena to certain traditional sea chanties.
(ttto "Closing Time" by Semisonic)
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Dead dog time - 
Jamming in the filkroom; when we're thrown out, we move really slow.
Dead dog time - 
Goodbye hugs and backrubs in the consuite, with luggage to go.
Get up in a hurry, checkout comes too early,
And I hope you left nothing behind.
Dead dog time -
That's when you remember bargains aren't all you came here to find.

I know how much church today I've blown.
I know I could really use a comb.
My back has been stomped on by a gnome.
Take me home.

Dead dog time -
All the unsold orphans in the art show have been taken down.
Dead dog time -
All the fen are leaving, and I don't mean just an inn or a town.
Hotel people working, business trav'lers smirking, 
Lobby filled with fen, curb with cars.
Dead dog time -
Here among the madness, don't forget it's all for dragons and stars.

I know this is not the fall of Rome
I know program books aren't mystic tomes
I know, but life here's less monochrome.
This is home.

Dead dog time -
Sitting in the consuite, 'cause we really don't want to go home
Dead dog time -
Finish off the coffee while the concom's set free just to roam
Everybody's talking, spent too much time walking,
There's always too much going on
Dead dog time -
Monday is tomorrow, and tomorrow the magic is gone.

We have homes and places we should be.
See you next con; keep that weekend free!
Everybody, drive home carefully.
Carefully.

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