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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 when London was cold! We stayed in the bars, along Charring Cross Road! We never saw nothing, but brass taps and oak! Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our cloaks! You’ll have to excuse me 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 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... 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 '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...
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