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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus