Home For A Rest

You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a month

I've been drunk since I left.



These so-called vacations will

Soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest....



We arrived in December

And London was cold,

We stayed in the bars

Along Jarring cross road.



We never saw nothing

But brass-tops and nook.

Kept a shine on the bar

With the sleeves of our coats.



You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a week

I've been drunk since I left.



These so-called vacations will

Soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest....

Take me home!



Houston station

The train's heading North,

In the bucket car

We looked back and forth.



I stole crooked dice

Through Yorkshire's green fields

We were flung into dance

As the train jigged and reeled.



You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a week

I've been drunk since I left.



These so-called vacations will

Soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest....

Take me home!



By the light of the moon,

She drift through the streets,

A rare old perfume

So seductive and sweet



She teases and flirts

As the pubs all close down,

Then walk us on home

And deny us a round.



You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a month

I've been drunk since I left.



These so-called vacations will

Soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest....

Take me home!



The gas heat is empty

It's damn past two

The spirits we drank

Left ghosts in the room



I'm asking again

Come on, please take me soon,

And don't lift my head

Til the twelve bells at noon!



You'll have to excuse me,

I'm not at my best

I've been gone for a week

I've been drunk since I left.



These so-called vacations will

Soon be my death

I'm so sick from the drink

I need home for a rest....

Take me home!