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Can I Shower At Yours

Can I Shower At Yours (Acoustic)

Start Again

In the warm, golden glow of the midnight hour, The Floating Boat becomes a world unto itself – a haven where stories float on laughter, and friends drift on waves of good times. This song captures that fleeting magic found only when the world is quiet and hearts are open. Every character here, from Harry with his wild tales of “glory days” to Sally recounting her near-famous encounters, brings a dash of life to this vibrant scene. The echo of clinking glasses, the hum of old jukebox tunes, and the chorus of voices create a melody that’s both whimsical and nostalgic.

Through each verse, we’re transported to a place where bonds are deepened over shared memories, and laughter fills the air. It’s a tribute to those nights that seem to stretch forever, where tales get taller and friendships grow stronger. Just like The Floating Boat, this song is an invitation to step into a moment of joy, camaraderie, and the timeless rhythm of connection.

In a cafeteria at midnight I see
All the quirky souls sipping on their tea
Billy with his leather and Jodie in her dress
It's a world of stories we all confess

Pizza slices flying like frisbees in the air
Chef’s got a ladle like he just don't care
An old jukebox playing tunes of days gone by
Laughter echoes loud as the clock ticks by

Midnight cafeteria where the wild things buzz
A madhouse of tales it always ever was
Night turns to dawn but the magic stays afloat
In this whimsical world riding time's old boat

Betty's painting dreams on the window glass
Talking 'bout her future like she’s in a class
Rocky's playing cards with a face so sly
In this midnight wonderland we all just fly

The lights flicker weak but hearts are strong
In this biting cold where we all belong
Like stars in a sky we shine our own way
In this midnight cafeteria we choose to stay

Midnight cafeteria where the wild things buzz
A madhouse of tales it always ever was
Night turns to dawn but the magic stays afloat
In this whimsical world riding time's old boat

Harry's spinning tales ‘bout his glory days
Swears he saved the prom with his killer craze
Sally’s story’s big – she met a TV host
Turns out he was selling blenders coast to coast

Jenny's “world tour” was two towns away
Says she rocked the scene, then called it a day
Janitor nods, says he's seen some ghosts
But really it’s just the fryer when it smokes the most

Then the cops stroll in for their midnight snack
Harry whispers, “Act cool, they’ll cut us some slack”
We all hush up, then someone lets a joke float
In this midnight mess called the good ol' Floating Boat

Midnight at the Floating Boat where the wild things buzz
A madhouse of tales, and that’s just because
Night turns to dawn, but the stories still float
In our late-night haven, the good ol’ Floating Boat

Everybody Rise

Amy Shark