Home for a Rest - Irish Pub Music-歌词

Home for a Rest - Irish Pub Music

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 nothing 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

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

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 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

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

Till 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