Home for a Rest - The O'Neill Brothers Group

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

Then me 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