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 soSoon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest. We arrived in December
And London was cold,
Along Jarring cross road.
We stayed in the bars But brassWe never saw nothing
With the sleeves of our coats.
Kept a shine on the bar I'm not at my best
You'll have to excuse me,
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left. These soSoon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
Take me home!
I need home for a rest. Houston station
The train's heading North,
In the bucket car
We looked back and forth. I stole crooked dice
We were flung into dance
Through Yorkshire's green fields
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 soSoon 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've been gone for a month
I'm not at my best I've been drunk since I left.
These soSoon 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 drunk since I left.
I've been gone for a week These soSoon be my death
I need home for a rest.
I'm so sick from the drink
Take me home!.
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