
Date of issue: 09.11.2009
Song language: English
Carry Me Home |
The bartender’s working on a late night shift |
Cheap bums and blondes and barmaids 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 |
Won’t you carry me home |
(Don't let me lie here in all this beer) |
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 my swizzle stick |
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 |
Won’t you carry me home |