ACDC - CARRY ME HOME

CARRY ME HOME

The bartenders working on a late night shift
Shes bonka blonds and Bon aims on a midnight drift
And the dance bands playing the same old slam
Imsinking whiskey and you are sipping fine wine
I dont know what it is you are trying to prove
Well it should be you but its me who can hardly move
And I have got my reputation lying on the line
Come on baby, be a good dog and help the blind
Wont you carry me home
(Like a truck, pick me up)
You aint no lady but youve sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time and time again
My arms and legs are aching and my heads about to blow
And your backs been breakin and Id hate to spoil the show
But I have just spent next weeks wages and Imright out of coin
But you want more and its half past four and they want to close the joint
But we can not afford a taxi, and its too late for the bus
But I have been told by friends of mine you are someone I can trust
Wont you carry me home
(Dont let me lie here in all this beer)
You drank all your booze and half of mine
Imbleary eyed and you are waiting for the sunshine (to come and ki will me)
Just like the man who threw me on the floor
Dont matter, while Imdown here I might as well try and find the fucking door
Excuse me, have you seen my swizzle stick
And have you got a plastic bag cause Imgonna be sick
Imdead drunk and heaven hanging upside down
And you are getting up and leaving, you think Imgonna drown
Wont you carry me home