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
 We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
 We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
 Kept a 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
 And these so-called vacations
 Will soon be my death
 I'm so sick from the drink
 I need home for a rest
 Take me home...
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 Euston Station the train journey North
 In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
 Past old 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
 And these so-called vacations
 Will soon be my death
 I'm so sick from the drink
 I need home for a rest
 Take me home...
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 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 month
 I've been drunk since I left
 And these so-called vacations
 Will soon be my death
 I'm so sick from the drink
 I need home for a rest
 Take me home...
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 The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
 The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room
 I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
 And don't lift up my head 'til the the twelve bells at noon
 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
 And these so-called vacations
 Will soon be my death
 I'm so sick from the drink
 I need home for a rest
 Take me home...