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
The 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´m been gone for a week
I´ve been drunk since I left
And the 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 odd 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´m been gone for a week
I´ve been drunk since I left
And the 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 around

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 the 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
and the spirits we drank are not 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 the so-called vacations will soon be my death
I´m so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
(Take me hoooooooooome!!!!....)