Carry Me Home

The bartender's working on a late night shift

She's bonka blonds and bon aims on a midnight drift

And the dance band's playing the same old slam

I'm sinking whiskey and you're sipping fine wine

I don't know what it is you're trying to prove

Well it should be you but it's me who can hardly move

And i've got my reputation lying on the line

Come on baby, be a good dog and help the blind

Won't you carry me home

(like a truck, pick me up)

You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men

That head of yours has got you by time and time again

My arms and legs are aching and my head's about to blow

And your back's been breakin' and i'd hate to spoil the show

But i've just spent next weeks wages and i'm right out of coin

But you want more and it's half past four and they want to close the joint

But we can't afford a taxi, and it's too late for the bus

But i've been told by friends of mine you're someone i can trust

Carry me home

Won't you carry me home

Carry me home

You drank all your booze and half of mine

I'm bleary eyed and you're waiting for the sunshine (to come and kill me)

Just like the man who threw me on the floor

Don't matter, while i'm down here i might as well try and find the fucking door

Excuse me, have you seen it? it's about this big

And have you got a plastic bag 'cause i'm gonna be sick

I'm dead drunk and heave'n hanging upside down

And you're getting up and leaving, you think i'm gonna drown

Carry me home

Won't you carry me home

Carry me home