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 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