Introd: The party's over, it's time to call it a day. They've burst your pretty balloon And taken the moon away. It's time to wind up the masquerade; Just make your mind up the piper must be paid.’’ The party's over, the candles flicker and dim; You danced and dreamed through the night, It seemed to be right just being with him. Now you must wake up; all dreams must end. Take off your make up, the party's over, It's all over, my friend.