In Meriden's embrace, under neon's warm glow,
Lies a haven of solace, where the night owls go.

For many of us, it’s the only place that we got
This Place We Call Home is Called The Spot

So Let’s all have a whiskey, we're gonna drink ‘til we drop;

Just another whiskey, we're gonna spend what we got.

And maybe one more whiskey, we're gonna make it to the top;

And just one final whiskey, we're toasting to The Spot.

After long days' toil, or the summer game's heat,

We'd saunter inside, to claim our retreat.

Laughter and stories, in the dimly lit room,
Where lifelong friends gather, dispelling the gloom.

So Let’s all have a whiskey, we're gonna drink ‘til we drop;

Just another whiskey, we're gonna spend what we got.

And maybe one more whiskey, we're gonna make it to the top;

And just one final whiskey, we're toasting to The Spot.

The jukebox plays anthems, of our youth and our dreams,

In the haze of the spirits, the world softly gleams.

Here's to the nights, where we could let go and just be!
In the heart of The Spot, where we're truly free!

With every clink of the glass, every cheer and shout,

The bonds of our friendship, beyond any doubt.

In the glow of the light, we all found our spot,

In the tales and the laughter, the love that we've got.

So Let’s all have a whiskey, we're gonna drink ‘til we drop;

Just another whiskey, we're gonna spend what we got.

And maybe one more whiskey, we're gonna make it to the top;

And just one final whiskey, we're toasting to The Spot.

So here's to The Spot, our friends and our stage,

Where we pen the chapters, of our unwritten page.

In the flow of the whiskey, our troubles forgot,

We raise high our glasses, and toast to The Spot.

So Let’s all have a whiskey, we're gonna drink ‘til we drop;

Just another whiskey, we're gonna spend what we got.

And maybe one more whiskey, we're gonna make it to the top;

And just one final whiskey...