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 nothin` but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
CHORUS:
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
- 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
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 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