We arrived in December and London was cold
So 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 coats
You`ll have to excuse me I`m not at my best
I`ve been gone for a month, I been drunk since I left
These so called vacations won`t soon be my death
I`m so sick of the drink, I need home for a rest
Easton station the train journeyed north
And in the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Passed odd crooked dykes and through Yorkshire`s green field
We where flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
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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 teased us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round
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The gas heater`s empty, it`s damp as a tomb
And the spirits we drank are 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 of noon
Chorus out
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