We're gathering for one last hurrah Morning demolition, six o'clock

Always caving in the stairs they creak and sway But you should have seen this joy back in these glory days Invitation only, don't be late From the cellar magic starts to emanate Sweeping across the marble floors in parts of golden sheen Re-weaving tapestries of long forgotten scenes At the Old Marysville, Old Marysville This town is falling asleep Only the misfit folks are now roaming the road We needn't worry, they'll see All of us ghosts dressed up to the nines Need the brick portico Through hearted windows, escapes the glow They'll take your coat at the door It's really been too long, dear So glad that you came The music's starting to roar And all the dancers are swimming In the smoke and champagne So listen closely And hear the spirits play Thank you.

Gathering for one last hurrah Morning demolition, six o'clock The roof is caving in, the stairs, they creak and sway But you should have seen this joy back in these glory days The old Marysville, old Marysville Hotel