We started the night from the grill
Where the beer and wine fit the bill
With a quick tip from Randy
We found the bus dandy
So much so we posted a bill


We hadn't a plan or a map
but the next stop had Irish on tap
If your counting your beer
The half pints I fear
Don't add to the total old chap


Somebody started a game
Some crazy, competitive dame
She was beat up and down
all over the town
But none of us ended up lame

Next stop was Club 99
More stairs and a bit of a line
The music was loud
but it rocked the whole crowd
From here we split up for a time


The tower was lit and inviting
We thought that it might be exciting
To go to the top
And make a brief stop
To a view we'd soon be delighting


But at twelve they turned out the lights
From the ground to the view of the sights
We can't make the train
Because running's a pain
So we'll race up a couple more flights

Somehow we rejoined our group
Where we earlier flew from the coop
Our original force
Set another new course
A six-strong, beer-drinking troupe


The Heiniken bar drew us in
We fought, but let the bartender win
He sought to entice
Free beer was the price
Now let the all-nighter begin


From a bar that wasn't that great 
From one to ten it's no eight
We started to yell
Till our throats hurt like hell
The chant went out "Four Fifty Eight"!

When the dancing crowd began to subside
We stumbled upstairs and outside
Not time for the train
And feeling no pain
We were led by our childish side

Just one more stop we would make
One more risk left to take
A challenge was made
Some foosball was played
Till our heads and hands started to shake


Our homes spread the wide world over
And the project is no roll in the clover
So we all got quite bent
And that's how it went
The Roppongi all-nighter was over

	Anonymous