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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
So we stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept the 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.

Euston Station the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past odd crooked dykes 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.

By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed 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 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.

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
And the spirits we drank like a ghost in the room
I'm knackered again, come on please take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'till the twelve bells at noon

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