The bartender's working on a late night shift. She's bonka blonds and bon aims on a midnight drift. And the dance band's playing the same old slam. I'm sinking whiskey and you're sipping fine wine. I don't know what it is you're trying to prove. Well it should be you but it's me who can hardly move. And i've got my reputation lying on the line. Come on baby be a good dog and help the blind. Won't you carry me home. (like a truck pick me up). You ain't no lady but you've 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 head's about to blow. And your back's been breakin' and i'd hate to spoil the show. But i've just spent next weeks wages and i'm right out of coin. But you want more and it's half past four and they want to close the joint. But we can't afford a taxi and it's too late for the bus. But i've been told by friends of mine you're someone i can trust. Carry me home. Won't you carry me home. Carry me home. (don't let me lie here in all this beer). You drank all your booze and half of mine. I'm bleary eyed and you're waiting for the sunshine (to come and kill me). Just like the man who threw me on the floor. Don't matter while i'm down here i might as well try and find the fucking door. Excuse me have you seen it? it's about this big. And have you got a plastic bag 'cause i'm gonna be sick. I'm dead drunk and heave'n hanging upside down. And you're getting up and leaving you think i'm gonna drown. Carry me home. Won't you carry me home (can you help). Carry me home. Carry me home. Won't you c